"Spirit in the Night" - B. Springsteen

Two nights in a row... The opposum returned last night, (he likes to show up just when sleep overtakes us) seemingly in the same fashion: he fell out of the sky, and landed at our window-sill, then kind of waddled around in the ivy, then disappeared. The Lovely C. tells me this nocturnal, arboreal marsupial of the western hemisphere is trying to give us a message... ok, so a letter, or cell phone call would be fine with me.

I've decided to name him Wittgenstein, in the spirit of, "what we can say, we can say clearly, but we can't speak of the most important things." (Or something like that!). Wiggy (this is his nickname) must be trying to say something really important, because his fat, waddling, seriously profound silence is deafening.

Later in the night, we heard a dog barking, a cat crying, and we trapped a mouse in one of our "live traps." The poor little mouse rattled around in the plastic trap like old Marley's Ghost! Yikes! It was a Marlin Perkins Wild Kingdom Nightmare! All the mundane creatures of the night (The Lovely C. - "the spirit world is close!") came out to haunt & taunt us. So sleep was a little fitful and un-restful. The animals work at an alternate time and purpose.