I've been running through a few cute ways to say this, but when it comes down to it, it is not cute at all. We have some sort of rodent life forms residing directly above our heads (when we're lying in our bed, in the bedroom, at, say, 3 a.m.) in the attic.A few people who have heard this story have assured me that it's probably just 'wintering squirrels.' Just an innocent little fuzzy squirrel family, holing up against the bitter late-winter weather. Hunkering down in their wee nest made of whatever the families that went before left up there.
If only this lovely image wasn't accompanied by the skittering of little clawed feet along the ceiling. (did I mention, RIGHT ABOVE MY HEAD?!!) And visions of bits of plaster and rodents raining down on my face in the middle of the night.
Honestly. A demonic,* shape-shifting rodent terrorized my dreams last night. What little sleep I had after staying up 'til 2 a.m. to pound through another 100 pages of 'The Memory Keeper's Daughter.' A lovely book, but not entirely cheery.
Otherwise: Our fridge died -- again -- in the old house, and what with Matt's eternal proposal-working, we haven't had a chance to make any forward progress on the house itself; our car needs a thousand dollars of repair and new tires; and I haven't found a chance to exercise for a month. On the flip side, I'm going to Phoenix on Thursday. Boarding a plane. BY MYSELF. Bound for somewhere sunny and warm. To hang with a good friend for sizable chunks of time.
Maybe she'll take me for a brisk walk now and then. And maybe she'll offer respite from the tree rats a few feet from my head. And maybe I won't miss my daughter TOO desperately.
One can dream.
* by the way -- 'demon squirrel' yields A LOT of Google hits. I am not alone.
