Tortilla getting a clean bill of health at her annual check up. And she forgave me for putting her in the carrier once we got home (scratched me bad when I put her in).

Hearing mourning doves on my ride, reminds me of my Mammaw. We always slept in the same bed when I would visit her growing up. No A/C so I woke in the morning to the doves singing outside the back windows. That just made me think of her old crank out windows, I thought they were so cool.