Chano and family are in Pampanga attending a business meeting.
We are here alone, and Lolo is still on his "take care of the dogs" kick.
I've been up since 3 am: I woke because I heard our killer lab George fighting but couldn't find anything (There is a stray young cat outside that has been begging food here for a few days and I thought he got it). This morning at breakfast, Lolo smelled a dead rat, and sure enough, we found it underneath the bookcase. Yuck.