Hellos, Everybun!
The good news is we have nothing to scream and thump about. Last night, Charlie got her sub-q fluids at home. And I don't know what the hoomins did, but Charlie didn't spiral into panic and didn't go into hiding. As if she didn't hate the hoomins! She wanted cookies afterward as if nothing ever happened! Dang, how did that happen!?In other "no-news," my hoomin hardly got any sleep all week, and last night was no different. Sigh. Now we're all just relaxing and trying to do nothing. The sorry sod stayed up late into the night fixing his new computer, got up at the regular hour to serve cookies and meds, and is now essentially a zombie.
And really? How conscientious of him - fixing a new computer. Like how do you do that? I didn't know you had to spay and neuter a new confuser! What would happen if you didn't? Would you get a surprise litter of little laptops? A house of little penguins if you're using Linux?
We'll try to catch up on naps and get some rest. Thank Bun the day is still young - so here's to arting later. That portrait of Charlie won't finish itself.
We'll keep you posted!
- Gus