This morning, while we were still lying-in bed… Why do these squirrel tales always involve us still being bed? I mean it wasn’t even that late and it was cold this morning, like it has been cold almost every morning this summer. When is it going to warm up some? Anyway, Anne was on her phone, probably playing Wordle, when first we heard the distinctive skittering of a squirrel overhead. It began at the far side of the sleeping porch, over by the door and approached us until it was directly overhead. I yelled and it skittered away, back the way it had come. I got up and was trying to pinpoint the sound, when I noticed out of the corner of my eye, said squirrel climbing down from the roof, on the outside of the cabin. It mustn’t have been unable to see me standing right in front of it, in the darkened cabin, because it crawled around for a while, before heading up the outside of the chimney and out of sight. This activity was enough to rouse Anne, who went outside to yell at the squirrel, which evoked some chittering from it. So, all-in-all I guess that you would have to say that this event was only a false alarm, but it does serve to illustrate how frayed our nerves are over this whole rodent situation. When will we find peace again?