On Wednesday, I was disappointed to find a goodbye letter from Octavian in the mail. He squid-daddled without giving me a chance to say goodbye.

By yesterday, his replacement had already moved in! It’s Curt the cranky bear, or “Curt the hot-blooded,” as he called himself. I’ve never really cared for Curt.

Today, Whitney was surprised by how late it was (as if 6 p.m. is late), and her jaw dropped. She held this pose for several seconds (until I hit the button), which looked pretty funny.

She asked me to deliver a letter to Curt, but then she said never mind (because I didn’t have space for another letter). So I cleaned out some letter space and talked to her again. She again asked me to deliver a letter…but this time it was to Drift, not Curt! So I took the letter over, and Drift let me see it. Whitney actually signed it as “Princess Whitney!”

When I returned to Whitney, she rewarded me with a stone wall.
Saharah was in town today, and I helped her out with two deliveries. I took some carpet packages to Pelly and Blathers. Saharah offered me a music room wall or a music room floor; I took the former.
Curt had all his furniture unpacked today, so I got to take a look at his house. He was watching a game on TV.

Outside, I listened in on a conversation between Caroline and Drift. They were arguing about hiccups, of all things!

Caroline hates them, and Drift loves them of course. This is just classic WW/CF era wackiness at its best.

At Nookington’s, Tom Nook had some special dialogue for me. Even though I’ve seen multiple parts of this story before (so I haven’t mentioned the repeat parts), I don’t think I’ve seen the part I saw today. Tom Nook said that he has given up his dream of opening a select shop in the city. Apparently Sable talked him out of it.

He values her friendship, but he admitted that her wisdom frustrates him.

Anyway, Filbert has been sick with a cold lately. So I gave him some medicine yesterday, and then again today.
Have a great weekend, everyone! I’ll see you next time.
Of course Drift thinks hiccups are a good workout
Also sorry about Octavian
It’s OK. I still have Octavian in my ACWW town.