|Charlie, "And don't call me Blondie!"|
|Gus, "You think he's starting to ask a lot for that lousy cookie!?"|
Good Evening, Everybun!
We got a new module added to our cardboard burrow maze. As soon as we figure out how, we'll take some pics of this now sprawling International Bun Station.
In other news, March was the first month in ages since my hoomin got into a proper rhythm with those darn lesson plans. He kept a daily pace of making long-hand notes, and there's a palpable sense of light at the end of the burrow.
As embarrassing as it is, the written exam expired months ago (the results were good for two years). It doesn't matter at this point; he'll do better on the retake. Those lesson plans turn out to be the best refresher of the material. I should know; I have to listen to his constant mumblings about how he didn't know this or forgot that. So, we plod along and put one paw in front of the other. A little bit of madness can help a lot now - a saner person might be tempted to throw in the towel and walk away.
And it all amounts to is just a material building expedition. It will end under the pressure of a pen, pencil, or brush.
Good Night, and Good Luck!