Back in the kitchen, Co-President L. prepares dinner on card tables placed on the outline of the new counter. All this bliss was interrupted later in the evening when a bat popped out of the attic, swooped around the kitchen a bit, dashed upstairs, circled around in our office until it got my attention, then flew out the open window. L. and I figure that this is the bat that lives in the attic and used to dine on moths attracted by the floodlight. Its restaurant is now enclosed by the addition, which may have confused it a bit.
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