Woohoo! They sprung us from jury duty at 2:30 - no trials this afternoon. So my service is over for another year.

(((ND and Family))) (((everyone else who needs it)))

The name "Fay" makes me do a double take every time. I am slow.

I had a mouse and I felt horrible about trying to kill it. I actually did as Trudy suggested and asked it to go away nicely, but it did not. Then I read about how fast mice multiply and started dreaming about mice crawling all over me as I slept. And then I bought mousetraps. And killed three and they never came back.

I was more traumatized by a mouse at work which (whitefonted for squeamish) I accidentally stepped on and killed. While I was talking to it and calling it a "little mousie". I actually had to make my student clean it up because I was so upset of killing it and hearing the little crunch.

Eeep. I have the same problem with mice. My solution in Florida is to have a very effective cat. We had no sightings this summer, so that was a big relief. Last year we had a large family of mice, but the Otter Lake place is so easy for them to come and go as they please that I just ignored them and made sure my food stuffs were protected.

Ok, it is 7:30pm here and I am still in my jammies. I think it is time to take a quick shower and go out and walk around the hood to check out the storm damage before it gets dark. School is back on tomorrow for the 2nd first day of school.

I like the traps where the snappy thing is enclosed in a plastic box so you never have to see the dead mouse. Apparently I find it easier to live with being a wussy hypocrite than having mice in my living space.

If the traps ever actually caught anything, that is. I think maybe Brooklyn mice don't like peanut butter.

I've had a horrible day. Work was nonstop from 7:30 onward, the only brief interruptions being the 2 meetings I had to go to (one of which was a conference call at my desk so I could keep working...). I bolted my lunch because I was working through it and not paying attention, which led to throwing it up a few hours later because I really should have eaten more slowly. On top of dealing with a communist invasion. I feel like shit warmed over. And I know I should eat something because I'm feeling really lightheaded, but I just want to crawl into a time machine and do the whole day over. Or better yet, crawl into a time machine and go back to when I was on vacation.

(Also, Dylan is on Day Three of a dinner-strike. He eats breakfast, lunch, and snack just fine. But dinner - the only meal *I* feed him during the week - has been nothing but one giant battle lately. He refuses to sit in his booster seat, he throws everything on the floor, and then whines because he's hungry. ARGH. And since it's the only meal he gets from me, I'm sure it's something I'm doing. Like not letting him eat nothing but cheese for dinner every night.)

*sigh*

I am a moron who cannot tell time. I was supposed to work a split shift at the Pasadena Playhouse today. The first half was this morning from 9:30 to 11:30. The second half was supposed to be from 7:00 to 11:00.

Guess where I am right now?

Xanadu?

I'm a genius!

Congratulations Sean, now we have to add the word Savant to your title.

I'm an excellent driver....

The name "Fay" makes me do a double take every time. I am slow.

You and me both, love - but I gather there's a Hurricane going by my name? Hmm. Not sure how I feel about it. I think I like it. Hmm.

Meanwhile, today (August 20th) is my 35th Birthday!

I am celebrating it by...coming back to work. Yes, today is our first day back at school.

Le sigh.