When Scott's niece and nephew come over from next door, they like to join Everett and take pictures of themselves with the webcam. I have to kick them off the computer if I want to get any work done.

Both rain and snow today. We really could do without either of those. I made bread again but did not go outdoors longer than to gather up an armload of damp wood to keep the fire going. The bread dough rises best in a spot right next to the woodstove in the basement.

Before going downstairs or into the storage room, I call loudly, "Here I come, Mouse!"

That's right -- it has not yet been caught, to my knowledge. I'm all right with it because I haven't seen the thing yet, but I have to steel myself to get down on the living-room floor, which is in the basement, to do my daily yoga routine.

I'm pretty sure that was a mouse turd I found next to the toaster on the kitchen cupboard yesterday. Wah.

Now Playing: Mary Margaret O'Hara, "Apartment of Cheese Suite," one of my favourites from a CD of various songs burned for me off the internet by my "ex-stranged" hub (thanks Gord), but I'll buy one properly when I end up in a CD store. Where you also don't often see her CDs. Or maybe I can order it here. Hey, maybe you can hear her if you follow that link and have an MP3 player and know how to do the music download thing. Which I don't.

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