If you think I’ve been out of touch, well, it’s nothing compared to Guido the Bat. I have been looking for him for two weeks. Der Bingle and I have been down on our tummies looking under chairs in sofas in Indiana and Ohio.
I suppose he could be on a secret mission, but it’s not like him to be gone for over an hour . . . and it has been days, weeks. I’ve been so upset I’ve been cleaning. I have shaken blankets, clothes, boxes, bags and baskets. No Guido.
I distracted myself for a couple of hours this afternoon by sitting hearthside and watching The Sea Wolves with David Niven, Roger Moore and Trevor Howard. Maybe I was trying to lure him home.
OH, MY DEAR GUIDO: WHERE ARE YOU????