Yesterday was long.
I was out of the house by 7:00, got home c. 5:00, cleaned up my workbench and rebuilt a lawnmower battery. Hint: When someone wants you to pay $200+ for a “containerized” 36v battery, it’s not that hard to make a new one from three 12v batteries (total cost: $55)—and if you’re lucky, you can even fit the new cells into the old container. Then I watched the final, sad episode of Long Strange Trip (I’m not a true ‘head, but I got to see them twice, and can say without reservation that Jerry Garcia was far closer to playing like a god than Eric Clapton could ever be). Played a little guitar myself after the episode.
So when 11:00 hit, I was ready to pass out. But there was something in the room with us.
I have no idea how a bat got into our house, but one did. Spouse, who is generally fearless, was hilarious, pulling the covers over her head, and I was so tired I felt drunk while I fumbled with the latches on the window screen so that the critter had a way out. I thought I could just go to bed and it would find its way out. But after it brushed my hair a couple of times, and made odd noises when it couldn’t get purchase on a curtain rod, we spent two hours encouraging the wee rodent to make its way to the open window and fly away.
Which it did.
And then I woke up at 4:30 this morning.
It’s gonna be a looooooong day.