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26 Jan

Last night, John and I stumbled home exhausted, ate some fudgesicles and eggplant, and made a fire.

About 20 minutes into an old House rerun, “Honey, I think we have a problem.”  And a squirrel comes scurrying out of the fireplace!

Being deathly afraid of those needles they use to treat rabies, I, of course, shriek like a little boy as the squirrel beelines for the couch.  After I gather my wits, I proceed to defend the stairway as John swats the squirrel out the door with a broom.

We need a dog.