I’ve been twenty pages behind schedule two days in a row now on this week’s reading. I suspect I may be even further behind today, but…well, maybe I’ll make it. Never know. (Technically, I’m not “behind” unless I fail to finish the book and the paper on it by Thursday, but…I divided the number of pages by the number of days I had, and by that count, I’ve been twenty pages behind….)
It’s probably not fair–or accurate–of me, but I blame the mice.
They’d been making all that noise, and then…ugh. This morning….well, I knew something had happened after I went to bed, because I’d heard one of the cats knocking something over. So I wasn’t entirely surprised when I got up and found dead mice on the floor. It’s just that I hadn’t expected more than one.
Poor little things. They were so tiny! Smaller than my thumb! I wish I could have somehow convinced them to stay out of my house so my cat(s) wouldn’t have killed them.
Worst of all, I think I heard more in the kitchen just now. I’m not sure, though. It might have been a breeze through the open window. I’m jumping at the tiniest sounds. I really don’t want to clean up any more mouse corpses.
I think I’m going to go into the bathroom and turn on the fan and just sit there and try to finish my reading. I won’t hear anything other than the fan, so whether there are more mice in the kitchen or not, I won’t hear them.
It’s no kind of solution, but if it at least lets me get my reading done…that should count for something…I hope….