What the Hell, Let's Just Add Vermin

I am sitting here at the kitchen table, working, yes, I am working at 11:30 on Saturday night at my kitchen table, and a mouse just sauntered, yes, it really did saunter, in a skittering mouse kind of sauntering way, across the bottom of the refrigerator, turning right at the baseboard, and then I looked away, so I have no idea where it went, but I just cannot cope with a mouse in the kitchen at this point, this point in the evening, this point in the weekend, this point in my life. So I'll tell S about it tomorrow, and he will be unable to cope because, well, he has lots of reasons not to be able to cope with a mouse in the house, beginning with the fact that he spends perhaps nine hours a day in the house, seven of them asleep, and we're talking seven days a week. As well as not coping, he may get mad and shout and swear, and that will be unpleasant, even though he will be shouting at the mouse, not at any of us. But, you know, shouting at a mouse won't really do much. Then there's the fact that I left my phone at my sister's house, which could be secondary to the mouse, though I don't know, it seems easier to ignore a mouse than a lack of phone. So I have no phone, and I have a mouse, and it's the middle of the night, and I'm sitting here at my kitchen table. Some people are out dancing and drinking and flirting and enjoying what a Saturday night should be, but I am here, at the kitchen table, with no phone, and a mouse, and now I think I'll get back to work.