but no, I think it was one of those winter days occupied with the mundane: feeding the dogs, feeding the cats, letting dogs out and in, turning my soaps, washing a few batches of clothes, folding clothes, taking a few phone calls, and thinking of fascinating things to research online. Yeah, that's sorta the biggest chunk of yesterday, I'm afraid.
Oh. And then there's the half hour I wasted worrying about a mouse stuck on a glue pad. Don't worry. He managed to struggle his creepy little self off the pad before I could get Kevin into the house to attend to him. (That's Kevin - as in 'the man who was not wasting his day, but was diligently plowing the driveway.')
I know what you're thinking, but I absolutely will not touch a filthy glue pad with an angry mouse attached. No way. Of course, by the time Kevin had arrived, the mouse had managed to escape to who-knows-where. So now we're back to square one.
Yes, it's another mouse. That's two this winter, and two in a 48-hour period. I don't know what's happening, but I can tell you that it's what happens when you remodel an old house that's neither square nor plumb. There are just microscopic places near the foundation, presumably, with 'Enter Here' and 'Vacancy' written all over them in whatever language it is that mice read.
During my 21 years of homeschooling, I would call a day like yesterday a 'Mental Health Day.' That was my excuse for getting absolutely nothing done that day, without feeling the least bit guilty about it. Not surprisingly, those days almost always occurred in the winter.
Please tell me that I'm not alone in this, that you have days like this too. And do not tell me if you spent yesterday finding the cure for cancer. Maybe I can handle that tomorrow, but just not today.