Archive - July 13, 2017

  At 3 am we were awakened by a dull thumping-and-scraping coming from our garage.  In my half-awake haze I wondered why one of the kids would be up at this hour, and in the garage no less.  Then I heard slap-slap-slap-slap-slap! on the mud room door, and I realized my husband was up, making a ruckus of his own. There’s something in our garage, he said. My husband strode purposefully out of the room, and I was left confused as to where he thought he was going, if our garage was being rearranged (so it seemed) by someone who didn’t…