Just as to be expected he fell asleep on the way home. When he awoke though he was really miserable and his right eye looked as if it was closed a little more than the left. As per usual, inside I was panicking. The level of anxiety that I'm constantly at is so crap it's awful. That constant fear when something looks not right or even just feels not right and I'm worried senseless. I tried not to and later it all seemed fine.
He is in good spirits as always and every day a little more of his personality comes out. Lately I'm finding it almost impossible to take a photo of him as he refuses to smile but instead make silly faces, rascal. I have to say though, I love them just as much as his personality just shines in them.
Just love my little rascal.