|Espresso, "No, I do not know where Mr. Spressos is."|
|Charlie and the "Dandelion Blues."|
We hope that your observances were safe and peaceful. Or that at least you had a good day. My hoomin had wished to observe me all day long, but you know how that goes. He can get under my fur very quickly. I think I'm growing a little bald patch on the top of my head. I'll need a sweater or a coat for my back! So I called it an early morning on and retreated to a corner in the bedroom.
Anyway, no, I don't know where Mr. Spressos went. Nobun knows where he went after the hallucinogenic helicopter crash last Bunday. He's probably out there somewhere, plotting away. Of course, you start a plot, then bad ideas rear their ugly sprouts, and you have to pull the weeds. We always make a nice pile of compost from them, plow the compost under when the time is right, and something better grows from that. And that's the way we like Spring.
Good luck and good night,