Oh look! It's our hoomin, stumbling into another thumpday.
- Thank you, Audrey!
You're late again, hoomin. What happened - a traffic jam in the hallway!?
- Thank you, Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and Erika!
PS: HiJinks is looking for his forever home. Those ears! That mouf! Learn more here.Back up, hoomin, that's 5.3 feet at best!
- Thank you, Auntie Jane!
PS: Out of abundance of caution, the photo was captured by a satellite in a polar orbit.
Good Evening, Everybun!
The highlight of today was the unboxing of homemade Halloween treats from bunty Susan. The treats are fantastic, of course, and everybun had their fill of them.
Christmas will be here before we know it, and the treats will be part of the fundraising for the Suncoast House Rabbit Rescue.
This week the treats became a bit of a guiding star for getting through the days. You pick a start that is the freest of mayhem around it and set your course for it. This came from an account by an RAF pilot who flew night missions over Europe during WW2. He would pick a star in the night sky that had the least amount flak exploding around it, and he would head for that star.
The fate of the world as we know it hangs in the balance, and bun needs a star every day to make the best of it. As we remake this world a little bit at a time, the answer to the question, "Is it going to be good for the buns?" has to be "yes." If it's going to be good for the buns, then it will be good for everybun.
Good Night, and Good Luck!
- Gus
Greetings, Everybun!
The vote-by-mail ballots arrived, and this morning, Espresso supervised his hoomin to make sure he filled in all the CORRECT circles.
And for something completely different - half-decent weather arrived this week! It means that EBAs are definitely on the table. Today is breezy, and we're supposed to get a lot of rain in the next few days. All that rain is coming from a system churning by Central America, go figure.
The change of seasons, even if only temporary, is palpable and lifts the spirits!
We scored some nanner chunks for second breakfast, so it's flop time.
We'll keep you posted,
- Gus
It was mistranslated, you silly hoomin. It's "Pandora's bin," not "box" - don't touch my bin!
- Thank you, Mel!