But I didn't -- it got all briefly exciting early this morning when Tam's range partner* showed up, reported there was a minivan driving around the block slowly that eventually parked and, "Three men got out, all wearing gray T-shirts and wandered down the block looking at houses. Maybe they're casing them."
So Tam went out the garage door and met her pal, and they circled the block again and went off to breakfast, from where I got a text, "The guys were contractors, trying to find their client; they did and they're setting up tools."
Look, sometimes it is monsters, and you don't wanna just put on blinkers and be oblivious; but usually it's not. Hang back, observe and find out. Which is what we all did. (I did get chided for stepping out on the porch to look. Hey, either they wuz Pure Evil and I was already dead; or they wanted the element of surprise and I spoiled it; or they were lost workmen and used to gettin' the hairy eyeball.)
* I was thinking about tagging along last night. Picked up a "blue gun" inert trainer and took up a nice Weaver stance -- ouch! Nope, won't be doing that until the rotator cuff thing is sorted.
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