Good Evening, Everybun!
The gray skies settled in yesterday and never let up. There is something cozy about that quiet, soothing gray. And could we ever use a break from those nervous, jarring subtropical blues of the clear skies.
The temperatures also dropped! Hopefully, a drop in the inflammation that started brewing four years ago when Mr. Bun passed away will follow. Is there a more hopeful "normal" in the wings, on the other side of those clouds?
My hoomins are so looking forward to the short, three-day Thanksgiving workweek. My hoomin will even have the Friday off. That's a first in years! And as miserable as it is to have to stay away from other hoomins right now, we have so much to be grateful for. These days, just being here feels like a major win.
So, we wish you all the best and hope to see you again, same time, same place, next week.
Good Night, and Good Luck!
PS: We might see you before then. You know, just to say "Hi" before you sit down to that cawwot roast. You're gonna have a cawwot roast, right?!
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