Skitter
I live in an attic. A family of squirrels lives next door under the eaves of the house. They are up late tonight. I can hear them talking, rather like guinea pigs. They're not skritching or scratching or scampering; I imagine they're settling down for the night, too. Right now, my bed is in the study, because the bedroom is still full of odds and ends from moving. It will be hard to fall asleep without them once the furniture is finally straightened out.
P.S., I went to the circus on Sunday. After the tiger act, the trainer too off her coat and did a trapeze performance. She's my new hero.
