So there are two things to tell you about this morning, one with pretty pictures and one with a narrative that makes my heart pound and my spekk check (see?) spell check go berserk because I get freaked out all over again and can't type straight.

In the interest of mental health, shall we begin with today's sunrise?

There, that's better. It was misty this morning, shimmery and blue, kind of like waking up in Monet's paint box.

So, OK, that other thing that happened, which has been happening for about a month now? I'm hoping it'll happen for the last time tonight, when Jose comes over.

It's about bats, not aging killer chihuahuas, but in my (fevered and hysterical) mind's eye that bit of night sky that's been flying through the house looks a lot like this: