This is for urbpan:

This is a tree-climbing baby warthog. Well, a pile-of-tree-trunks-climbing juvenile warthog, but doesn't tree-climbing baby warthog sound better? This was from our 2010 anniversary trip, the one where we RV'd around the country, and one of our stops was the San Diego Zoo, revisiting places from our honeymoon. We spent quite a while watching the delightful warthog family - mom had a litter of little teeny babies still nursing, so these juveniles were pretty much running around the playground unsupervised.

It's been three years since Steve died. There are days I still don't know why I'm still here, even though by now I have new friends and new activities and I guess it's a nice life. I've spent the past week talking people's ears off about Steve, people who never knew him, people I wouldn't know if Steve were still here - I still have the urge to make everybody else know what a wonderful person he was and they should be sad they never got to know him. It's probably really annoying to a lot of those people, but I can't seem to stop.

I guess I should make that a separate post. Please smile at the tree-climbing baby warthogs and ignore my snivelling.