|Gus, "What do ya mean, October is almost over!?"|
|Charlie, "I make hoomins lose all their words."|
This past week was the closes we had come to, something not imbued with drama since the hurricane's passing. Now my hoomin doesn't know what to do with himself. Go figure.
Decompression is the word for this weekend. If all goes well, we'll have a mix of light chores, study, and arty stuff. And if all goes well, no news will be the best news. Bun needs that from time to time.
We'll keep you posted!
PS: That's all I offered my hoomin last Sunday night. I got the cookies, and he got my backside. And he was glad!