I just face-planted in the middle of a 10-mile training run, and everything hurts.

Ouch! I hope recovery is quick.

I'm having Zenkitty's day, only with mice and, thankfully, without being particularly sick. I discovered why they seem to be thriving despite my having (I thought) secured all the food. They ate a hole in the top of a large plastic container of dog food. I cannot fathom the logistics of this, since they had to climb up two feet of slippery plastic; chew open a two-inch hole; and then climb in and out. My imagination conjures rappelling equipment made of string and paper clips.

I think a strong drink and taking to your bed is an excellent way to fight illness.

Sorry about the fall, Pix. Falls can really take the starch out of you.

I just face-planted in the middle of a 10-mile training run, and everything hurts.

Ow! I hope you feel better soon.

They ate a hole in the top of a large plastic container of dog food.

I had a friend who had mice and stored all her food in Tupperware. They never chewed through, but most of it had mouse teeth marks in it. I wish I could ship Clio down to you. She's little, meek and gentle most of the time, but she kills mice with great relish.

A friend had a problem with mice not only getting into the dog food, but then taking it into the walls, where it would rot. Which seems weird, unless they were truly hoarder mice, I guess.

Feel better ~ma all around. I'm going to treat my headache with a nap soon.

but then taking it into the walls, where it would rot. Which seems weird, unless they were truly hoarder mice, I guess.

I"m now crossing all of this in my head with the Aeslinn mice in the Incryptid books. Though they would be much more fun to have.

I went to bed last night (after a not terribly difficult or physically active day) around midnight, intending to get up at 8AM to go to the gym at 9. I woke up at some point (when my alarm went off?) and my trainer had texted that he had to cancel, so I turned off the alarm...and didn't get up until 11AM. WTF, body??

I thank the gods that I have no mice. My cats would probably run from them.

I bet the mice built a mouse-tower of mice and the mouse with the strongest jaws climbed it and chewed through the plastic to the tiny cheers of his hungry fellows.

Sometimes you just need sleep. One day last week, every time I sat down or stopped moving I dozed off. No sleep debt, no illness, just...zzzzzzzz. Even then, I dropped off easily at bedtime. I guess the body just knows.

Sending a psychic cease and desist and eviction notice to mice at Ginger's (had typed "Ginger's mice," but, no). And a speedy recovery to Pix.

~ma as needed to the rest of you, hugs, hairpats, glitter, attapersons galore.

I just face-planted in the middle of a 10-mile training run, and everything hurts. Ow.

Pix, ouch, fell better! ...Sorry I missed that in all my me-me-me...

Zen, what a horrible place to be. I'm sorry. May both you and the cat feel better tomorrow.

Ack, Zen, no fun.

Pix, I am pretty impressed that you finished the run. Owie!

Dear mice at Ginger's. We are duly impressed with your perspicacity. Go forth and perserver elsewhere, please.

Shir, hope your grandmother continues to improve.

I'm having a hard time keeping up in Bitches these days, but I am reading along and thinking of everyone.