These might be a couple of good old lazy bundays in the makings. Even yesterday felt like a day off - a very rare cookie indeed. And we may - just may - have the hoomin all to ourselves.
Of course, as I ordered my hoomin to scribe the post, he started gazing at me, filling up on pellets. Or slurping water or crunching hay.
It's our first break from the daily dread in a while. The quiet of the morning becomes an endless and empty canvas except for me - slurping - and my slurping fills everything.
We'll keep you posted,