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Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Monday, March 30, 2020
Sunday, March 29, 2020
|Espresso as "Mr. Spressos"|
Good Evening, Everybun!
Mr. Spressos sat at one end of the bench and Agent Hoomin slouched at the other.
“It’s only six feet if you stretch time and space, Agent Hoomin,” said Mr. Spressos without as much as glancing at the hoomin.
“So what do you know about “it”?” Mr. Hoomin asked impatiently.
“What “it”, Mr. Hoomin? The hurricane with no wind? The flood with no water? The Arctic without ice? Nothing that would help you, Mr. Hoomin,” said Mr. Spressos.
The hoomin watched the steam rise straight up from Mr. Spressos’ breath. After a long silence Mr. Spressos turned slightly toward the hoomin. “Don’t believe the things you hear about the wreckage from The Disapprovers. As a dark matter of fact, that was completely contained,” said Mr. Spressos with reproach and added, “Mistakes were made and the offenders perished; that was unavoidable, a small price to pay for certain insights.”
The hoomin sat up straight and shrieked, “What things?”
“Ahhhh, Mr. Hoomin, you keep trying to get closer. Well, we better get back to this “social distancing” stuff, don’t you agree?” smirked Mr. Espressos as he got up, pulled his overcoat tighter, and slowly hopped off into the cold of night.
Good luck and good night,
Saturday, March 28, 2020
|Gus,"Six feet, hoomin! Oh, treats? Never mind then!"|
|Espresso, as Mr. Spressos after reading a headline too far.|
These days, both hoomins here work from home. So far, both are respectful of bun another and blink very quietly. And it's nice to get treats and headrubs in the middle of the day! Yeah, I'll get up from my nap for that!
The hoomins don't go out anymore, though, except for the bare necessities. One goes running and walking - that's still allowed. He says the streets are pretty empty, and any people that are out are very courteous.
Going to get the bunn greens and groceries (in that order!) is nerve-wracking. Every outing feels apocalyptic. No matter how careful bun plans the EBA, it feels like bun is playing the odds. Thump!
The good news is, the cawwot starters are growing nicely. Here's a pic of one, and there are three more. This one should be very to go into the dirt tomorrow or the day after that.
We'll keep you posted,
|The cawwot starter.|