We have been internally debating, We on the Staff, trying to pinpoint the essence of the song, “Pop Goes the Weasel”. So far, We have accomplished a meagerness of meaning.

If the clouds part for Us, We will report back. Google has juggled the question, but not yet to our satisfaction.

We don’t hold it against any of our sources. We find ourselves with many unresolved questions, but We maintain our sweet nature anyway. Which may prove something, later.

Today is National Picnic Day, though perhaps late in the day. A modest celebration, but a sweet one.

This is also the height of the Full Moon, the Pink Moon, named for a small Spring flower. Yes. Pink.

Sleep well.

Learning opportunities, left, right, and center.

Hugging is always a good thing, or at least almost always.

Rhinos like to do our bit, make our contribution. Right?

The Rhino Rule of ‘Thumb’: whenever possible, Don’t.

Difficult as it may be, try to recall there is always more to know than you know now.

Animal Crackers were originated by the Stouffer Company, of York, Pennsylvania back in 1871. They have been a hit ever since, as you doubtless know already.

Rhinos like cookies, and especially the ones that are meant to look like Us. They are invariably the sweetest ones.

Today has been National Banana Day. Unfortunately We Rhinos got so engrossed in the festivities themselves that We were late embarking on the artwork.

We are all still licking our lips and ‘fingers’.

Better late-ish than never-ish.

Well, We will all have to deal with how things go, as they go wherever they’re going. That is the deep and confusion-filled conclusion We have reached in our Quest for self-realization.

Again, any Reader suggestions for topics are welcome. Suggestions have a magical quality for Us Rhinos. They are food for thought, accepted or set aside for later. By then, maybe We will be more savvy or receptive.

BTW, We happened upon a notebook of ideas which We made almost a decade ago, so that gives Us a start on the More Inner Rhino, coming up.

Some of Your Inner Rhino’s editorial staff seem to be vascillating from one mindset to another. No loss of good intentions, but perhaps having a vague problem with focus.

We are ascribing this peculiar whoop-de-doo to the weather, and, for all We know, the recent eclipse.

No need to fret or withdraw, but We do beg your Patience with Us.

Every citter, Rhinos included, goes from one form to the next, hour by hour. We were small, then We expand, then We max out. Then, if We are lucky, We taper off, and die. That is, assuming We didn’t die anywhere along the way.

What is attention-getting is that while We are blooming, things take their own path. We go to sleep one night, and the next morning, somebody flipped the switch, and some part of Us is bigger. Over time, segment by segment, the other parts usually catch up. Pretty impressive system.

There are lots of surprises all along the way.