There's Alpha, there's Beta, waiting for Omega! They are swirling up and down, and sideways. Apocalyptic demos over the oceans, flaming monsters devouring trees and every other form of livingness; diseases snatching our beloved ones.
You say to yourself, "Wel shall overubn!" but you wonder after a while, "How exactly?!"
Pesto used to say, "You start on the wrong foot, you end up on the wrong foot." And thus, Charlie started the week last Sunday night by not eating. She received meds, water, and a syringe full of recovery food. Well past midnight, the hoomin tried to get some sleep. By quarter past three on M*nd*y morning, Charlie demanded treats as if nothing had happened.
Forward through the M*nd*ys making up the rest of the week, and the news about RBG breaks out. How, how exactly do we overbun all this?
We'll keep you posted,
Saturday, September 19, 2020
Espresso, Charlie, and Gus Update