Hil, have you tried those things you plug into the power sockets that make a high-pitched sound that's (pretty much) outside of human hearing range, but not mouse hearing range? When I lived in an old building in London, we had mice, and they really didn't like those things. It seemed to keep them in the basement, at least.

That's really frustrating, bonny. Lots of water? That's the best way I have for dealing with gluten ickiness. That and sleep.

Do you have any ginger? Or some peppermint tea?

Hil, have you tried those things you plug into the power sockets that make a high-pitched sound that's (pretty much) outside of human hearing range, but not mouse hearing range? When I lived in an old building in London, we had mice, and they really didn't like those things. It seemed to keep them in the basement, at least.

We can see the hole that they're coming in through, but the way that cabinet is designed, there's not really a good way to seal it up. The landlords are calling the contractor to see what he can do, though.

Do you have any ginger?

Ah HA.

Seska and smonster, I'm going to combine your suggestions with some boiled fresh ginger. This should settle the tum and I'm going to suck down as much water as possible.

I did just have a few bites of protein that I hope will cut the sugar.

Sigh.

Quite good lesson learned.

Again.

It's all or nothing with my system and I'm going to stay on the side of nothing (that triggers me).

Oh. Adding an Alleve will be required as well. I'm pretty sure this is a migraine coming on.

Seska, that sounds like a lovely surprise vacation.

Bonny, feel better.

Yum. Dinner is a salad of spinach, couscous (a new box, since the mice ate the old one), pears, and almonds, with a dressing made with more almonds, roasted red peppers, shallots, and red wine vinegar. (Also some mustard and agave and a few other things, but just a little of those.)

Ate and read a magazine. Will feed animals and then soak feets. Maybe. Am running out of time, since I'm going out tonight, and I"m in desperate need of a pedicure.

Patron Saint of Hookers and Blow!

I think Charlie's got that job covered.

edit: There's a patron saint of mad dogs! I can't remember his name, but God told him He wanted him to be the patron of young women, and the saint-elect begged the Lord for anything else rather than have him be the focus of all those girls praying for husbands. "Mad dogs, even! Anything other than the girls!" The Lord took him at his word.

I am back where there are fireflies, rather than fires. It's nice to be on a real-speed internet again.

Fireflies are on thing I miss, in the PNW.

Patron Saint of Hookers and Blow!

I think that's perfect for St. Woot! Not, however, for smonsters initial-person.