Just as I finally start to relax on Sunday evening, the spectre of Monday at the office begins to rear its ugly, stressful head of madness.

Finally found where mice are getting into my house: a cartoony mousehole where the trim meets the floor behind my desk.

Heard when calling Eric’s mobile: “Please enjoy the music while your party is reached.” Huh? What was wrong with “ring… ring… ring…?”

Two rooms down, three to go. Also, bought a new clock radio. It’s only the 3rd I’ve had in my entire life. Man, those things are reliable.