I've already cleaned my bath tub this morning and not because I'm a clean-freak. No, because there was a mouse in it and Mr. Moon...disposed of it.
Really? Is this the way to start a day?
I was brushing my teeth when I saw something out of the corner of my eye, racing back and forth in the tub. A little gray mouse and I'm sorry it's dead but there are plenty more where he or she came from. I have no idea what I would have done if my husband hadn't been here. Freaked, most likely.
And then packed up and left for the beach hoping the creature would die of starvation before I got back?
I don't know.
Anyway, my boys are coming back soon and maybe I'll be a better grandmother today. We shall see.
It's gray. Perhaps the weather will turn as it did yesterday, going from gloomy to spectacular. Perhaps my energy will come back as well. Perhaps there are no more mice in my bathroom. Perhaps the guys at the church next door using a leaf blower will finish the fuck up soon. Perhaps both boys will take a nap. At the same time. Perhaps there will be world peace by the end of the day.
Well, I have a very clean tub.
There is that.