G’day! Lee has to go sit around the doctor’s office this morning, so I’m in charge–Byron the Quokka, with a progress report on that college we’re probably going to start. That’s Cousin Weesha in the picture, giving me a kiss. Something tells me I’m going to wind up being sorry I let anybody see that.
We’ve already settled two of the most important issues! (Is that the right word?) First, the kind of hats we’re gonna wear. The kind with propellers on them. And also the name–“Quokka U,” which sounds really great when we all shout it. Imagine a stadium full of 80,000 of us all yelling “Quokka U, Quokka U!” If that’s not higher education, I don’t know what is.
Special shout-out to Marlene: Where have you been? Are you all right? Or did your stupid computer change your settings on you again, without you knowing it? I get uneasy when regular readers, whom I usually hear from every day, suddenly disappear.
The same goes for Bonnie, too. Stay in touch, guys.