Sometimes in your own home and and your own property . . . you need to hide. The neighbors to the south of us arrived home from their trip and right behind them arrived an adult son that had moved out several years ago due to difference of opinions with his dad. I cannot believe the son will be a full timer, or how we hope. This fellow had a way of wandering over when Dennis was in his beloved porch, and then would forget to go home. Dennis’ porch is “Holy Hour” 24/7. I know Dennis and I are so spoiled with our home, our space. I do feel for Dennis as he has been treading lightly. Can’t you just envision him? Cracking open the back door of the house and taking a peek to see if it’s all clear and then scampering quickly to the service door of the garage to get into his porch, unseen. Dennis may be experiencing cabin fever in the middle of August.