The Duck is at Fletcher's Trailer Sales getting some more mods. Fletch will move some fans around, add a cover or two and install something new, put his right foot in, put his right foot out, install a toilet vent for the composting toilet, and that's what it's all about.
There is a crazy convoluted way we're moving fans and fan covers, so that Annie had to draw me a flow chart. We thought it all out pretty carefully, but once the discussion was put to rest I forgot all the rationale. So, Annie explained it all to Fletch; when he scratched his head, she gave him the flow chart. It all makes sense, and it's all very well-reasoned. Just trust me. Annie K, stop asking questions! We must all let it be.
Meanwhile, Lily and Car(r)a(o)t are roughing it inside the house. Carat is sequestered in the bedroom, because she is possessed by the tortured soul of a Tasmanian Devil. All eight pounds of her becomes one terrifying growl of fury when anyone passes by. So, our bedroom is her suite, too, and she's not crazy about sharing. Apparently we keep her up all day so she's tired during her endless nighttime door-scratching. BRING BACK THE DUCK.