Nancy said, "What was that?"
To which I responded with my default answer for things that scrape and bump around in the night, "Probably just a mouse."
She didn't believe it and neither did I. I got up, grabbed a flashlight, and made the rounds. Daisy was barking outside. Roxi, at the age of 16 human years, was unmoved in her bed. It would take more than an earthquake or typhoon to disturb her slumber. Finding nothing, I went to back to bed.
Got up an hour later and prepared to leave town. For Rome. Italy. Leaving today. Blogging, in fact, from the Dayton Int'l Airport.