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| Espresso |
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| Charlie |
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| Gus |
Hellos, Everybunny!
Last Sunday Night
"So, a bun's not allowed to have the Bunday Evening Blues?" The meds came out. I forgot the blues in short order and remembered the fresh hay and cilantro. Watching my hoomin keeling over the bin, holding my poops, and weeping with joy - priceless.
M*nd*y
The 3:30 am wake-up sneeze worked like dark magic. The sorry tosser kept on flopping and tossing until the coffee pot started growling and gurgling. I loafed very well the whole day.
Tuesday
The Festival of Sneezes started around midnight, and by morning, my hoomin couldn't tell what M*nd*y this was.
Well, I got to see Dr. Gronsky at BluePearl that afternoon. Nose drops twice a day for two weeks - thump!
Thumpday
No sneezes since Tuesday morning. Hoomin thinks it's Bunsgiving or something.
Thursday
The BunFecta is always complete. These days, Charlie gets up and marches over to the gate to spend the night with Gus. Half a planet's rotation later, she marches back to me.
And I sneezed again.
Friday
Hoomin switched everything around - my room has a "new to me" tunnel, but my favorite tiny bundo is gone! Now I smell Gus everywhere.
Today
Chillaxing - the blobs in the Gulf and the Atlantic either disappeared or are fixin' to turn north early. It's like a day off.
We'll keep you posted!
- Espresso
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