DT Weidenbruch, the new hammy, is a groovy lil' chap. This morning when I went down to the laundry room to exercise, he was asleep, but he woke right up and started running around when I called his name. I gave him a fresh toilet paper core for a present. Then we exercised together, me on the stationery bike and him running on the wheelie, climbing the habitrail tube (he learned how right away even though he's almost too small to make it up the tube), and wrassling the TP core. It's nice to have an exercise buddy. I kind of wish I had a giant wheelie and a climbing tube myself, it would be less boring than the bike. If I were as rich as Michael Jackson used to be before he had to pay so many lawyers, I'd build my own Habitrail.
It's a cloudy day! Calloo! Callay! Nice weather has its pluses, but one more sunny day in a row would have shriveled me like an over-lit philodendron.