|Espresso, "Keep you hoodlums, busy, keep'em busy!"|
|Espresso, the clean up Inspector General.|
Good Evening, Everybunny!
Lately, I invented a new game that I like to play with my hoodlum; I mean, "hoomin." Yes, hoomin. He puts hay in the bin; I tare it out of the bin, it is very convenient. He puts it back in the bin, I ... You get the point, right?
Why? I'm not telling. It keeps him busy, though. Keeps him guessing. Keeps him thinking and obsessing. I watch the steam come out his ears. It keeps the room warm; after all, it is winter, even down here.
In other news, the meet-and-greet at TBHRR went well. The place was busy; volunteers were very busy explaining, educating, and chatting all things lagomorph with the visitors.
Aside from that, we're all enjoying a nice, long, three day weekend with our hoomins. It's cloudy and groovy outside, and tomorrow it's supposed to get quite cold. It sounds like the perfect weather for some book-work. My hoomin said he's working on a proper explanation of how lift gets generated.
He told me, "Sperss, you wouldn't believe what short shrift the topic gets. I found only one source where that explains it properly and corrects all sorts of incomplete and downright misleading 'explanations.'"
Sigh ..., get the saaaaalad ready, will you? Why are you always late with the saaaaalad? Do you have a "proper" explanation for that, eh?
We'll keep you posted,