There are mice in this house. I haven't seen one, but when we arrived, I had to clean out the drawers and today I spotted more tiny little droppings. They were right beside the tablespoons. Not cool.
Oh, I don't know what else the little rodents were doing last night, but I did dream about making love to a large badger, a la The RedWall series by Brian Jacques. He was worried I would eventually leave him for one of my own kind, but dressed in a kilt and both powerful and loyal, he certainly made for a good companion. And no, I wasn't reading those books before I went to bed. Maybe my husband's red beard and scruffy hair are inspiring flights of fancy.
Yesterday I referred to the fact that I went up and down three flights of stairs, which would indicate that I live in a house with four floors. That would be impressive, but it's not exactly true. I have three stories and two flights of stairs and if my mind added on to this it must only indicate that my thighs think they've died and gone to stair master hell and are telling my brain this.
I'm still trying to get the perfect blend of coffee in my new machine. Adding five scoops of Kona beans to four cups of water still makes a fairly mild cup of coffee. I think I'm used to the bitterness of grounds that had sat in my refrigerator, where I erroneously believed it would stay fresher.
Keith has gone to the recycling center with some of our huge pile of cardboard pieces. I should be showering and getting ready for yet another trip, to visit some friends we haven't visited yet. After that visit, we will have a Turkey style Thanksgiving at Keith's dad on Saturday and then return home again.
I'm just putting off packing until the very last minute. And that minute has come. Darn.
