Thank you, Lord, for this perfect day.
A perfect day to NOT work in the garden.
A perfect day to NOT walk the dogs.
A perfect day to NOT tidy up the screened porch.
A perfect day to work on revisions.
I have worked nonstop (almost) all day and have revised 31 out of 118 pages.
Only one little distraction.
I saw evidence of him (her?) yesterday under the kitchen sink (aka: droppings).
Today, I HEARD him. Scritching. Scratching. Under the sink.
Earlier in the day, while working diligently on my revisions, I had gone temporarily insane and decided to eat potato chips. I regained my sanity and threw the chips in the trash (well, okay, not ALL of the chips, but SOME of the chips).
I was convinced the mouse was in the garbage can eating the chips.
I took the garbage can outside and turned it over and scooched around in there with a wooden spoon.
Went back to work on my revisions.
I can hear the mouse again.