Earlier today when I was talking to Philip on the phone he told me about a terribly exciting prospect. I don't think I can describe quite how excited I am by it. Every time I think about it, I start to feel bouncey. But I'm going to make you read some to find out what it is.

Everyone knows I love foxes. And just about everyone gets me fox stuff as gifts, which is very cool. Philip's mum in particular really loves to get me fox stuff and when she was visiting him this weekend, apparently bought me a few things (along with stuff she already had for me!) So I will have many fox things waiting for me when I move to England.

But so today in particular, I guess his mum mentioned that she knows someone who does fox rescue stuff. And so to get right to it: I might get to visit with foxes! That would be so cool!! It seems like everyone connected strongly to me has seen a wild red fox. But I've never seen one at all! I don't think I've ever even seen one in a zoo. Isn't that so sad?

I'm so happy and so excited about getting to visit and play with foxes that I just want to start crying. I might even be able to hold one. I'm so desperately looking forward to it that I don't know what to make of myself. I really do just want to burst into tears at the thought of getting to be with them and interact with them.