Day 181

June 30, 2022

Happy Birthday, Michael Whiton.

Not fair.  I was going to write about how wonderful it was to work in Edite's garden this morning.  But Patrick just watched a mouse run up into the vacuum cleaner and I feel totally freaked out.

I have two true phobias.  One is fire and the other is mice.  I don't want to see a snake, nor do I like too many spiders hanging out, but mice make me sick.  So odd.  

I don't think I actually lived around mice until I went to Vershire in 1970.  One night I was writing in my journal lying in bed late at night and I realized mice were running around my room.  I didn't think I'd be able to stay in the dorm any longer.  How did I do it?  So odd.

I have to get rid of the mice.  NOW

No rookery today.  Humidity started to build as I went off to work.  I guess it will continue to build for the next couple of days.

Crazy.