Ah. The blessed quiet of the ceiling. Squirrels have been evicted from their rent free flop space by the charming and talented folk from AAA Wildlife Control (o how I recommned them). Contractor has been in touch about other stuff we need and said to expect a quote tomorrow, begin work Monday. Ripley has continued to do cute, human like things with her front paws like some sort of sofa otter. It was cold enough (finally!) to wear my parka today and I've been able to help some friends with various and sundry. The last (ha) phase of studio upgrades are in and ready to go, making us a fully operational Death Star. So far so good and it's only Tuesday. Hope you're groovy too.