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If my prior posts on the subject made you consider loaning some money on Kiva, the majority of new loans hit the site on the first day of the month, so the selection is fantastic right now, almost a thousand to choose from. (If you're suffering from overchoice, here's my algorithm. Above all, I advise diversifying loans across partner organizations, as individuals almost never default but sometimes an organization goes under, taking all its loans at once.)
We have five live traps down now, baited with Hershey's and JIF. (J pointed out that, due to the box of keepsake candy, they definitely know what cheap chocolate smells like, and that it's a preferred food source.) No catches yet, but also no gnawing sounds observed in our bedroom last night. We've also been taking the cat on a daily tour of the downstairs, and leaving the door open in case she decides to go touring on her own.
Upside of mice: I'm motivated to clean, and to keep cleaning. I've been doing at least one load of laundry every day. I went on a stress-induced shopping spree the other day (which, given my extravagant lifestyle, added up to mousetraps, spare house keys, a mortar and pestle, scrub buckets, and two new sets of sheets). I'm serious about making progress on the zombie boxes of papers now that I have plastic bins to transfer things into. My bedroom floor is totally clear. This is a good good thing from a mental health perspective.
I dreamed my grandpa this morning, alive and mellow and interested in conversation (as I remember him from my early childhood). It was wonderful to just sit on a bench in his front yard and chat with him for a while. At the end of the dream he turned into a toddler girl and I buckled him into a car seat because we were going on a trip together, and everything just felt safe and happy. I was extremely reluctant to wake up.
Last night I asked for help on my anxiety-based work problems from two of my darlings. With![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arjache's support, I got a lot of really productive work-work done last night. On J's gentle guidance, I'll be scoping out Seattle Anxiety Clinic. I, a trained and certified librarian, had honestly not thought of Googling anxiety help seattle. Anxiety is dumb that way. Options feel better.
We have five live traps down now, baited with Hershey's and JIF. (J pointed out that, due to the box of keepsake candy, they definitely know what cheap chocolate smells like, and that it's a preferred food source.) No catches yet, but also no gnawing sounds observed in our bedroom last night. We've also been taking the cat on a daily tour of the downstairs, and leaving the door open in case she decides to go touring on her own.
Upside of mice: I'm motivated to clean, and to keep cleaning. I've been doing at least one load of laundry every day. I went on a stress-induced shopping spree the other day (which, given my extravagant lifestyle, added up to mousetraps, spare house keys, a mortar and pestle, scrub buckets, and two new sets of sheets). I'm serious about making progress on the zombie boxes of papers now that I have plastic bins to transfer things into. My bedroom floor is totally clear. This is a good good thing from a mental health perspective.
I dreamed my grandpa this morning, alive and mellow and interested in conversation (as I remember him from my early childhood). It was wonderful to just sit on a bench in his front yard and chat with him for a while. At the end of the dream he turned into a toddler girl and I buckled him into a car seat because we were going on a trip together, and everything just felt safe and happy. I was extremely reluctant to wake up.
Last night I asked for help on my anxiety-based work problems from two of my darlings. With
arjache's support, I got a lot of really productive work-work done last night. On J's gentle guidance, I'll be scoping out Seattle Anxiety Clinic. I, a trained and certified librarian, had honestly not thought of Googling anxiety help seattle. Anxiety is dumb that way. Options feel better.
