Spending a lovely evening enjoying wine and conversation, I’ll admit that I was getting a little sleepy.

Conversations drifted from topic to topic.  Kids…  backyard pests…  travel plans…  jobs…

Suddenly, I piped up, “Voles.  Voles are bad.” Uh thanks Grandpa Dave, but we moved on from the discussion of backyard pests five minutes ago.  Oh well, no bother.  Fill up my wine, get me a warm shawl, and I’ll be fine.  Five minutes late, but fine.

Also, whatever you do, watch out for those voles.  I hear they’re bad.