I Seem to Have An Over-inflated Sense of Importance.

 See this?

THAT, my lovelies, is a brand spanking new fawn whose mother gave birth to it on my front doorstep, or at least very nearby and stashed it on my front doorstep, because clearly she is trying to kill me.

I spent a fairly miserable couple of hours checking on the baby and worrying and asking The Google what to do and reaching out to the Wildlife Rescue Center (closed for the day), and obsessively checking out our ring camera.

It was fine. Reunited with its mother, the way Mother Nature intended, and lived to scare me on other days.

How does this world even keep spinning without me pulling the levers and turning the knobs?