Good morning. 🏠👨💻☕
30 November 2025
Well, we got back home yesterday evening. It’s Sunday today, which means Charlie (my dog) has to spend one more night in the slammer. I’ll be rescuing him first thing in the morning.
Before we left, I told you about that squirrel who had gotten into the attic of our little Georgia house and chewed holes in the waterlines. We had those replaced on Monday, so Thanksgiving food prep could finally begin on Tuesday.
That same day, a wildlife specialist from our exterminator company came out and sealed the house so critters couldn’t get back in. He installed a clever little trap-door contraption on one side of the roof—designed so anything inside could get out, but nothing could get back in. I’d never thought about something like that before, and it was surprisingly interesting.
Tuesday evening, just at dusk, my wife and I were wrapping up for the day and had just gotten into the car when—who do we see? Mr. Squirrel himself, bouncing across the yard toward the house and up to the roof. We watched as he tried to get back in, only to discover he couldn’t. It was almost as if he saw us leaving and thought, “Well, now’s my chance to sneak back inside.”
The next day, my sister noticed a leak spraying against a back window. Turns out the exterminator had accidentally nicked a water line that ran along the outside of the house to the kitchen. I called the plumbers back, and they were kind enough to fix it without charging us extra.
It’s a small cinderblock house with a very low roof, and there are plenty of places where things like that can happen.
“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” – Robert Frost
“In the hustle of life, be like a squirrel: playful, curious, and always seeking the next adventure.” – Henry David Thoreau
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