The first full week of the year at the tar pits felt awful long, awful long. Tuesday night, Espresso had one of his "not-in-the-mood-for-food" episodes, but it was short. Other than that, all is well. My hoomin hung out with us as much as he could, and his gut settled down finally.
He kept busy with the lesson plans and realized that, indeed, "things are not as good or as bad as they seem." And, of course, there's no emergency so bad that it couldn't be made worse. Maybe the best course of action is for now is to keep steady and let the fears subside.
My hoomin said he's going to hang out with some buns at the TBHRR meet-and-greet, smelly bugger ;-) The, back to the lesson plans.
We'll keep you posted,