|Charlie, "What did you do, Spress? Your thoughts are such a mess here!"|
|Charlie, "Ha! Serves you right, hoomin. I'm still the impossible shot!"|
|Espresso, "You are most welcome! The floof is not listening, so talk to it all you want."|
No, we're not ready for the First Beginning of Summer. I mean, "Spring." You probably know it as Spring.
The good news is we are here, despite everything, including the time change last Sunday. My hoomin had one thumping of a M*nd*y, with a head cold, runny nose, and the overall sense that maybe the planet expiring prematurely ain't all that bad.
Fortunately, all that got put in the poo-tin. During such a week, the be you can do is catch up on sleep and keep your wings level - in that order.
And in the spirit of not taking anything for granted, I hear today we're getting every wish granted!
We'll keep you posted,