Mav seems to be doing a bit better—no more fever.

She’s limping around being bitchy.

The boiler in this building finally blew up, though. There’s a crater and rubble where the north wing used to be. There were a bunch of people who lived there—I don’t know what happened to them.

For me, no more heat or hot water.

Fine for me—Like most foxes, I just get fluffy when it’s cold. Her fur is thinner, though.

So I built a little flue and I’m using my old sink as a wood stove.

I’m a bit proud of it.