Just a quick note to say thank you to everyone who has commented and emailed, and not to forget those who spent the day in their nightwear, tracking Ike’s progress minute by minute on the internet. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling to know you care. 

The Ike experience will be ongoing for weeks and months for so many people, for us it has become merely a slight inconvenience, so we will leave it there. I am just hoping nobody asks my kids what they did during the hurricane. They are likely to come out with statements such as

“Mommy and Daddy put us in the closet”,  and

“Mommy was mad she couldn’t use her shower because of the squirrel in there”. 

The squirrel, by the way,  is finally gone. The Daddy finally had to admit that she had recovered, especially after she ate a whole granola bar and a handful of raisins and later deposited the resulting waste all over the shower floor. The shower has been severely scrubbed with bleach, but still her smell lingers, and in case anybody is wondering, a squirrel smells like RAT, only stronger.  

Goodbye Sandy Squirrel, and good luck.