The funny thing is, we don't have much to thump about. Well, our hoomin decided to have a sleepover with us Friday night. Why? We don't know; we don't have the slightest. He ordered a particular, funky mattress just for that occasion and wanted to try it out. I think he was spying on us. He learned we don't sleep much at night - what a waste of perfectly good darkness would that be!
So we ran all over him, and he said: "That was so grand!" - go figure. One of us peed on him, though, and he didn't bat an eye. No, I won't tell you which one of us did it.
Our hoomin said he feels a bit on the sick side these past few days. He thinks it's all the probate stuff getting to him, starting to manifest itself in physical symptoms. I sayz to him, "You're fighting it, stop fighting it. Remember the gimbal rig? You sat in it and chilled and enjoyed the ride. It did its thing, and you enjoyed the full round of it, and never sick, never got hurt. You've gotz to do the same now. This thing will run its course, and it will be over. In the meantime, you haz to tell yourself a better story about this. So there, that's your homework for now."
We'll keep you posted,
PS: We are having a few cold, gray days, and it feels like a real season change around here!