Tree Men

Today my tree guys came to cut branches that are touching my roof. I can't stand to hear squirrels running across the roof. Not that cutting these branches will eliminate that, but it helps. Gideon and I relegated ourselves to my bedroom. With the guys moving back and forth from front yard to back, I wanted to find a place to camp out where I couldn't be seen reading magazines or watching TV. I feel guilty to have people busting their butts outside in the heat while I am relaxing in air-conditioned comfort. At least with us hidden in the bedroom, we weren't throwing it in their faces that we were laying back and being lazy. Gideon kept a close look out the window and the random branch that dropped from the heights of the trees. Then he couldn't keep his eyes open any more, so he rolled to his side and was out like a light.