Exciting birthday night

     Last night while Susan, Ellen and I were having a Skype conference call (Anna was over here, too), we heard this horrible noise.  The sounds of an animal frantically scratching and clawing its way in--or out--and then all this running thumping overhead.  We couldn't tell exactly where, but it sounded like it was in the kitchen ceiling and maybe the exhaust vent.  It was just too much for me.  I grabbed a few things (sometimes it is great to not un-pack--just took the stuff from the week-end down at Jane's), and spent the night at my sister's place.

     This morning, we brought Skippy the varmint seeking dog over to check to place out.  He sniffed over the whole coach and pronounced it clean.  I hope he knows what he is talking about.