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Sunday, June 20, 2021

The Bunday Evening Thumps

Charlie, "First - look over the Bunnapolis from the top of my bundo."

Charlie, "The visit Espresso, eat his greens and flop in the nearest loafer."

Good Evening, Everybun!

The fringes of the tropical storm Claudette brought plenty of rain and grey skies this week. It's still cloudy and pretty cool for this time of year. It's nice to have the sun out of sight for a while.

So, first thing in the morning, I came over to see 'Spresso. I finished all his greens, demanded all the cookies I could out of my hoomin, and found the nearest loafer. I flopped hard on the side and fell asleep as if I came from a double shift disdanium mine or something.

My hoomin worked on those darn lesson plan notes - his left paw made notes, and the right one massaged 'Spresso's back. We had our hoomin cornered. And that was the best part of the day.

Now we'll try to get through the first whole week of our hoomin at the new tar pits. The new remote work feels so weird. My hoomin sits in front of the same window, looks out at the same ducks in the yard, and his confuser runs the same software he used in the old pits. It's all very confusing.

Good Night, and Good Luck!
- Charlie

1 comment:

RG said...

Tar pits are tar pits ... that's it. (It's also why Snickers were invented.)