Everybun is doing well, and we're all coping with the ..., well, we don't know what to call it anymore. The thing out there, we guess. We're dealing with it the best we can.
It turns out that our hoomin plays with our dinners every night. Every salaaaad is now an "installation." But, I have to admit, it tastes as good as it looks, so it's hard to complain about it. Dang, as long as those bowls show up every night, we're OK with it.
We'll keep it short today and hope you'll play it safe celebrating the red, white, and blue. All the best to ya!
We'll keep you posted,