7 Bat Crazed Takes

Well, who cares what day it is.
One
Around 2am Matt’s bat phobia caused us to relocate our sleeping arrangements to the living room because he couldn’t live with the one or two, maybe three, bats circling the attic ceiling. They somehow managed to get out of the wall and join us in our new bedroom. Matt should probably go straight back up there and get them out, now that they’re probably all cozied up for a long rainy day of sleeping, but he’s on the phone with the bat experts, even though it’s only seven in the morning and nobody is even ready for calls this early. This is going to be a fantastic day.
Two
I mean, I don’t enjoy a bat swirling round in the wee hours any more than anyone else. But it doesn’t make me want to die. I reserve that feeling for waking up with a tarantula sitting on my chest leering at me, or turning round to greet a viper hanging out of the flower pot over my shoulder. Also, I’ve already been vaccinated against rabies, á cause de that time I was bitten by a rabid dog all those years ago. Am I speaking more than one language here? What day is it?
Three
All battiness aside, rejoice with me that all the major moving is done. The big pieces of furniture have found their new homes and are arranged according to the vagaries of outlet placement, sibling affection, and the doctrines of Feng or whoever that guy is*. All the books are basically moved, and everyone managed to get their beds remade. The daunting task now is moving the school room into the old office and coping with the enormous pile of boxes I shoved into what is now the guest room. I just have to find places for all the things, that’s all. This will probably only take me another week.
Four
Meanwhile Matt will make some bookshelves.
Five
Did I mention it was raining?
Six
A lot, like buckets. And I have a big huge pile of stuff to get rid of sitting in the middle of the living room which I had rather hoped we would haul off to some other place today, a place like Sheol or more likely Gehenna, any place really where it would go and we would never ever ever see it again.
Seven
Ah well, perhaps tomorrow. I must arise and wander in the ever narrowing circle of societal and personal insanity. Go check out real takes!

*That’s a little joke. Feng Shui did not factor in.