Sleep, Roof.
Before working on the roof, Karen whisked the kids off before i woke up, and i slept until just after noon. I haven't slept in that late for a long time. It was awesome.
Okay, while i was doing the roof, i found a peanut hidden under a flap of tar paper. Isn't that weird? A peanut? A squirrel must have found it, stuffed it in its cheek, and climbed right to the crest of our roof, and hidden it. I felt a little bit sad throwing it down. Also, i found an earwig, all panicked because his whole habitat (apparently) was being destroyed. I really like earwigs, so i let him (it was a male) climb on me. He immediately calmed down because i wasn't as scalding hot as the sun heated boards he had been on, and then i flipped him into our hedge, where he'll be happier. There's also silverfish living in our shingles, which is odd. I expect something like a roof to be fairly void of life. There's no rotting leaves or neglected food crumbs, and shingles are made of asphalt, fiberglass and little tiny rocks, none of which seem appetizing to me. Not that rotting leaves sounds like a epicurean delight, but that's just because i'm a little more sophisticated than an earwig. I am a vertebrate, after all.