One Foot In

I'm Not Dead Yet

9 Dec 2011

Writing as intensely as I did at the end of my dissertation is even more exhausting than it was way back then, no doubt because I’m older and busier. I feel sorry for my mate, who has a spouse who currently sleeps upwards of eleven hours a day.

Charlie and the Bat

3 Sep 2011

The mate and Bob the Builder pulled off more of the mantle. This, in turn, exposed what was obviously once a chipmunk nest, as well as evidence of what might have been former nests of small birds. They’d been sneaking in through the siding, into this warm space between the mantle and the outside of the house. I tackled it all with barbecue tongs and the shopvac. Thunk, thunk, thunk, went the acorns up the vacuum tube. Then, last week, came the bat.