Good evening, Everybunny!
Has anybun seen where this November is running off to? If I didn't know any better, I'd say something's chasing it. But what? And you know I always know better.
Around here, the nights belong to Autumn, but the days are trapped in Summer.
We're still trying to slow down and take it easy. But I keep my hoomin on his toes with my sneezing, just so he remembers what's important.
And my hoomin? He's trying to keep the important bits sorted out. Like my head rubs. He notched the first week on Hydroxyurea. There are no side effects to report - yet. His dosage is not immunosuppressive, but there may be some "photo-sensitivity," though.
What does it mean when he calls himself a "developer" at work, is photo-sensitive, and has an affinity for dark rooms? The picture emerging for me is of an X File kind, especially when he sounds a little negative at the end of a long day or close encounter with the bone saws.
Good night, and good luck!
- Gus
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