Espresso, Charlie, and Gus Update

Espresso, "Maybe ya need a thump and a nap, eh?"

Gus, "Da thump ... hoomin??"

Greetings, Everybun!

M*nd*y evening
My hoomin comes over and mumbles that only M*nd*y afternoon brings relief from M*nd*y. Because he survived it. Once he steps away from the tar pit and "clocks out," the past weekend gets better. It's just a shame it ended yesterday.

Tuesday
Had a frantic night. My hoomin tried to take a pix of me with apple twigs. Of course, I didn't oblige. And when he wasn't looking, Charlie decided to thumb her nose at the dinner salad and cookies. She got meds. Fun night.

Wednesday
My hoomin checked on Charlie at half-past midnight - she demanded cookies.

No sleep for the hoomin, though. Grouchy. Could've been much worse.

Thursday
Hoomin still not caught up on sleep; overslept; barely made the post before tar pits time.

I'm spending the night with my other hoomin - covid hit home close to home. Hoomins isolating in the house and keeping away from bun another - weird. Salads arrived on time, though.

Friday
Yey! Hoomins still kicking. Both got tested this morning - negative. Anxious rest of the day.

Saturday
Hoomins still isolating and keeping away from each other the best they can. Playing it safe for a couple more days. It feels like Twenty Twenty II is not a pun.

We'll keep you posted,
- Espresso