This incredibly bad picture is indicative of a lot of things in February.
First, this is the last picture (Feb 6) that the old camera ever took. I think it is now officially dead.
Second, Ingrid's finger painting skills still leave a lot to be desired.
Third, the lack of pictures this month isn't entirely the fault of my dead camera. My feeling of being dead myself is almost entirely to blame. I had no energy and no interest in anything but sleeping.
Fourth, the sickly quality of the photo is pretty much how I felt the entire month. February was not a good month, even with Diclectin.