Eeek!

There is a mouse in my room. He keeps making himself seen, which I would rather him not do. If he's going to be there, better he just scuttle around under the floorboards. What's worse is that he is actually quite sweet looking. So I hate to do this, but I'm going to go get some mousetraps, preferably those little black box kinds. Or maybe I'll just lock the cats in my room until they have had ample time to dispose of the mice. I'm just not about to share my living space with anyone...mice or otherwise.
In other news, the coldness has come. I did finally get my window shut, so I can stop worrying about dying of pneumonia with icicles coming out my nose come December.
I had a good music week. Maggie is going to start playing banjo with us. She follows really well, and it gives us a really nice sound. She's abig Gillian Welch, and Dave Carter/Tracy Grammar, Lucinda Williams Fan, so we can jam on a lot of my favorites. I'm thinking in a few Sundays we can take ourselves to the Black Swan and blow them away.
Alright, time for a nap before a night out.