Well, tis the season for holiday cheer—but someone, apparently, got a little too cheerful and stole my credit card number. My actual credit card is still in my wallet, but for the last two days, fine establishments and one airline have been receiving some rather large orders. Good thing I’ve got fraud protection. But this was not what I needed to hear today.
That, and something is living in my attic. It is a mysterious something. A something who runs. A lot. And likes to pound its little fists on the ceiling above my head. I currently feel like Nancy Drew, sitting beneath the sounds of that tiny mysterious fury. I am going to have to investigate.