And I’m not even talking about the snow storm currently dumping God-knows-how-much snow on us at the present moment.

I went down in the basement this morning to work out. Yes, I’m at the point where the treadmill doesn’t aggravate my tendonitis that much, so I figure on weekends I can keep up my cardio. Yesterday and today I did 5K each day. This morning I did it in 28:50, which is darn good for me!

As I was getting ready to go, I noticed a mouse — yes, EEEEEEK A MOUSE!! — it was lurking up on the inside ledge of top of the concrete foundation — you know, where the house rests.

So I went over to Uisce’s House of Death — I only wish I had a picture of it! Maybe this week’s Wordless Wednesday, and now you’ll know all about it. Anyway, it’s a cardboard box that houses three mouse traps. I don’t wish to get overly graphic about this, but the HOD is located right near these steel shelves where we keep spare food. So if there was any, shall we say mouse splatter it wouldn’t get on the food, it would stay inside of the box that is the House of Death.

So I went over to the HOD and grabbed one of the traps. I reached up and on my tippy-toes and managed to get the trap in place on that ledge. And then I thought, should I get a camera? No, too gruesome. And then I thought, how awful it’s going to be to watch this mouse bite the dust!

And do you know what I witnessed while I was on the treadmill? That mouse went right past the trap! Passed up the delicious whatever that bait is that I dispensed from the glue-like container onto the trap’s trigger mechanism. And Friend Mouse scurried off to… oh, I don’t even want to think about where it went, but it was out of sight.

And I finished my 5K, thank you very much! Three miles in just under 28 minutes — speed set up at 6.5 MPH, and then that last half lap (eigth of a mile) I cranked the speed up to 8 MPH — cruising!!

Such torture! And I’m talking, of course, about myself, and not Friend Mouse For him, I hope it will be swift and painless. And out of my sight.

Oh, and there’s something else I wanted to mention. There are these bots that like to ead-ray the ogs-blay and then they act like they’re writing a post on their own blog about you and then they ackback-tray and yes it’s ackback-tray am-spay. Are you with me?

So I’m going to spit out some numbers, maybe 16 or 63 of them, that should not worry you at all. It’s just so I can try and atch-cay em-thay. OK-ay? Ood-gay. And then I’ll see how much snow we got — I’ll bet it’s 103 or even 38 inches! Yikes!