July 10th, 2007

Jareth "Bah"

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Skye came over to work on some art tonight, so we were sitting at the dining room table. Given the heat, and the fact that we were both up in the dining room, we left the kitchen door open to vent.
And then there was a sound on the back porch. We both turned around at once towards it and asked "Who's there."
No response. It could have been a *very* large possum.
But it's nice to know a cry of alarm from my voice at 3:30 instantly produces a Viking with an axe to investigate, and go close the back door. If a human or animal was there, they scampered off.
But now none of us can sleep. Blah. Guess I'll go make tea.