ATTIC TACTICAL OBSERVATION IS A GO. Higgins is up there with his binoculars and a thermos of my coffee. I've got the second card table set up with Sarah's binder, two plates of deviled eggs (standard issue), and a fresh copy of that '94 soil report which is looking VERY interesting under good lighting. Dale's blueprints are spread out and weighted down with the pepper grinder. It's not just a Bake-In anymore, it's a FULL BRIEFING. Otis is accounted for under the porch with his usual tribute, so the perimeter is secure. Halvorsen STILL hasn't RSVP'd for the humming basement light soiree, and I'm telling you, a humming that loud is practically an invitation itself. First thing tomorrow, a personal drop at his door with a deviled egg sample—green food coloring for the humming, obviously. A quiet street is a tactical error, and we are NOT making that mistake.