It is 7 am. At 6:30, several things happened at about the same time:
- I woke up from a very involved dream where I was at the pizza shop and the cooks were making some sort of mouse fritter dish, and the mice kept squeaking as they were tossed into the blender.
- I woke up with the sort of stiff neck that always later evolves into a nasty and hard-to-shake migraine…
- …to the sounds of actual squeaking, and Ivy leaping and pacing back and forth in front of my dresser, because underneath it and behind my sweater box she’d trapped a mouse.
After ten minutes of determination and teamwork we successfully concluded our second catch-and-release:
As I staggered down the hall to find the box I’ve been reserving for this very purpose (one of the flaps is curved, so closing the other three leaves a gap for the mouse to bolt into and only one flap to close quickly), it occurred to me that I might not be in proper shape to drive to Alfred later today for Senior Shows.
I’m congested from the rain, and even after slathering my neck in BioFreeze I can still feel it creeping upwards into a headache. Also I would be going alone, driving all the way back tomorrow, and I can think of lots of things around the house that I’d like to do, which is a surprisingly strong motivation because I haven’t been home much this week and being domestic makes me feel more grounded and sane. I only got a few hours of sleep, so I plan to ride out my little burst of mouse-induced energy and head back to bed, then go from there. I feel bad, because a few of my friends are having their shows and I said I’d be there. Although to be fair, so will twenty million other people, and I’m sure they’re so sleep-deprived at this point that they won’t notice! Been there, done that….
So Megan and Jane, if you happen to read this, I love you dearly but the universe has thrown a wrench mouse in my plans.