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The mice persist, and are scoping out my bedroom since the candy supply in the closet disappeared. They're also investigating the boxes we moved to the laundry room, and leaving more droppings on the photographs I laid out on shelves to let them air-dry/sterilize. Jason is angry and miserable, and I still have to find live traps. (Anyone know where to buy them in the city?)
Long version and some lighter bits, segmented for your summarized pleasure:
Saturday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arjache helped me clean for about 6 hours, which hung coat hooks (a year after acquiring them), decluttered the living room and my desk, got the carpet vacuumed and the fireplace swept out.
In cleaning out the fireplace, we discovered A PASSAGE TO CHINA. ( It was an adventure! )
( I ingested media with arjache and it was good. )
( Then that night, MICE! )
Sunday morning, I was up, I was revved. I was going to clean all the mouse-sign, I was going to make our room barren of hiding places, and hopefully I was going to still have some time to go helpcinnamonteal clean her place as well. J said, "But today is Tara's Firefly game!"
( Gamed instead of cleaning. Anxious and miserable. )
( Came home and J flipped out about house mess. Relationship baggage. )
( Got some cleaning done anyway. Today is a new day. )
( The mice persist, and express themselves strangely in my dreams. )
On the shiny-bright side, Sunday morning while looking for my dice bag, I found two things that I had been desperately missing.* My writing notebook and my new phone. Particularly my writing notebook. The one with a bunch of stuff I hadn't transcribed, and all the writing I did while I was sitting vigil with my grandmother last June. Probably including her last words. I have some transcribing to do.
* Why I was missing these things: ( I never posted about the ironically funny robbery. )
This has been very long. Those of you who like all the mundane details, thanks for following along. I've really meant to post more as I go, just... life. You know. Maybe read it in pieces and pretend I posted three different days.
Long version and some lighter bits, segmented for your summarized pleasure:
Saturday,
arjache helped me clean for about 6 hours, which hung coat hooks (a year after acquiring them), decluttered the living room and my desk, got the carpet vacuumed and the fireplace swept out.In cleaning out the fireplace, we discovered A PASSAGE TO CHINA. ( It was an adventure! )
( I ingested media with arjache and it was good. )
( Then that night, MICE! )
Sunday morning, I was up, I was revved. I was going to clean all the mouse-sign, I was going to make our room barren of hiding places, and hopefully I was going to still have some time to go help
cinnamonteal clean her place as well. J said, "But today is Tara's Firefly game!"( Gamed instead of cleaning. Anxious and miserable. )
( Came home and J flipped out about house mess. Relationship baggage. )
( Got some cleaning done anyway. Today is a new day. )
( The mice persist, and express themselves strangely in my dreams. )
On the shiny-bright side, Sunday morning while looking for my dice bag, I found two things that I had been desperately missing.* My writing notebook and my new phone. Particularly my writing notebook. The one with a bunch of stuff I hadn't transcribed, and all the writing I did while I was sitting vigil with my grandmother last June. Probably including her last words. I have some transcribing to do.
* Why I was missing these things: ( I never posted about the ironically funny robbery. )
This has been very long. Those of you who like all the mundane details, thanks for following along. I've really meant to post more as I go, just... life. You know. Maybe read it in pieces and pretend I posted three different days.
