The Bunday Evening Thumps

Gus, running the final inspection of cowbells. 

In progress, "Wyatt and Wynonna - Epsilon Lyrae" in progress

Charlie's portrait at the Keystone Animal Hospital in Bradenton.

Bun evening, Everybun!

We don't really know where we are with Charlie other than the "here and now." If we didn't see that X-ray yesterday, we would think she's completely back to her usual self. That Saturday morning was just a momentary glitch.

Yesterday afternoon and evening, we had scenes of bunificent bundemonium while arting. She foraged in the oat hay, wanted all the cookies; got all the cookies. This morning was no different.
So where are we? In a bank of fog. Right in front is Charlie. Right now she seems fine, napping, noming, stretching, drinking, doing all the bunn stuff. A little further, there are mountains, trees, and ground. We're not sure where.

On Friday, we have a follow-up with Dr Teed at Keystone. Next M*nd*y we have an appointment t with Dr. Zellner. 

One paw goes in front of the other. We fly the plane, we "chop wood and carry water." How do we pitch this thing for "best glide"? We fly the plane. We "chop wood and carry water."

We'll do what we can to stay in the moment. If we don't, we'll start looking forward to M*nd*y. Oh, yes, the outside world is not lost on us. We're mindful of what doesn't amount to a hill of beans in this world.

Good night and good luck!
- Gus

P. S.: While waiting for the doctor yesterday, my hoomin overheard comments about Charlie's portrait at the clinic. Oh, the "oohing" and the "aaaahing!"

"Oh, that's Charlie, and she's here today!"

We've been arting and taking pictures since yesterday, like our lives depend on it, like it matters.