|Gus,"Six feet, hoomin! Oh, treats? Never mind then!"|
|Espresso, as Mr. Spressos after reading a headline too far.|
These days, both hoomins here work from home. So far, both are respectful of bun another and blink very quietly. And it's nice to get treats and headrubs in the middle of the day! Yeah, I'll get up from my nap for that!
The hoomins don't go out anymore, though, except for the bare necessities. One goes running and walking - that's still allowed. He says the streets are pretty empty, and any people that are out are very courteous.
Going to get the bunn greens and groceries (in that order!) is nerve-wracking. Every outing feels apocalyptic. No matter how careful bun plans the EBA, it feels like bun is playing the odds. Thump!
The good news is, the cawwot starters are growing nicely. Here's a pic of one, and there are three more. This one should be very to go into the dirt tomorrow or the day after that.
We'll keep you posted,
|The cawwot starter.|