I received many inquiries (well, actually, two) about the fate of the baby seal whose life I cruelly put on the line in my exceedingly crass email appeal on Tuesday night. I’m happy to report that, due to your support, we met our fundraising goals and can proceed into the third quarter with great confidence and momentum.
Oh yeah, and with a baby seal that is alive and well. Really, I swear. He may have eaten all the herring, tuna and whitefish in a five mile radius (do not under any circumstances invite him to a bar mitzvah kiddush), and he smells awful, but he’s still with us and he’s still cute, and I think at this point he’s the closest thing to a mascot I have. So expect more baby seal jokes going forward.
See? He’s fine. Doesn’t he look happy?