We're all doing well, that's the good news. But the shakes won't go away, my hoomin says. We used to whine sometimes about a week having all M*nd*ys, but this one took the cake. First thing this past M*nd*y morning, most of my hoomin's coworkers lost their jobs. He said he's OK for work now, for the immediate future, but, say six months from now, nobun knows what will happen. So at the moment, we're trying to chill and regroup.
On a lighter note, I got to snack on that USB branded "spicy hay." My hoomin was practicing on the sim to calm his nerves and "poof," his rudder pedals stopped responding. Chomp, chomp! Well, he said the soldering iron to fix the cable is ten bucks, but the remedial training in respecting my "authoritah" is priceless.
We'll keep you posted,