Bun evening, Everybun!
Luckily, we have no news to report, and we hope things stay that way.
These days, we don't really operate on the night-and-day cycle. Rather, it's the twelve-hour cycle between medications Charlie has to take and the associated treats cycle. Should we turn up our noses at the food - the timeline starts to twist and fold on itself, and all routines and rules go out the window. So do sleep and sanity for my hoomin.
But I digress. Everybunny's doin OK. We're looking for tricks to make the days off from the pits feel longer. Arting seems to do that. We try to get creative and gain as much altitude as we can, just so we can glide, and maybe, just maybe, catch the next creative thermal. Thank Bun the evening is still young.
And here's to Charlie demanding extra treats tonight.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus