Friday morning. Mouse number 2.

Angel Ackerman

Aug 4

Routine.

Some brains need it. Some overscheduled people need it. Some lazy people need it. And sometimes those prone to neglect themselves need it.

My routines are off and it's adding to my exhaustion.

I haven't been as diligent about turning my screens off at least an hour before bed (it doesn't help that Katherine Ramsland's new novel is an electronic ARC and I want to read it). And I have not risen from bed with any enthusiasm. I've been reading electronic versions of the newspaper instead of starting my day.

When I finally start my day, I have been met by mice the last two days.

Yesterday one laid at rest in the middle of my dining room floor. And this morning a baby, still barely alive, sat at the feet of the Teenager's cat, Mistofelees, who guarded it from the others like a vicious beast.

Now I am left to wonder if something else is going on. Did someone disturb these critters up the block? Has the change in weather impacted their routines for finding food, water and shelter? Have my neighbors gotten careless storing their dog food again? Does the Teenager need to check her cupboard? Has the new "cat tube" and catio left a space for the mice to enter the house?

Speaking of routine, I organized my clean clothes last week into outfits, but never carried the basket upstairs. I've been getting dressed in the living room. I never packed lunch for today, but I have some chicken in the fridge that may be safe to eat. I think it would be delicious to take a bagel and toast it at work, add the pesto chicken and one of the mozzarella cheese sticks and melt it in the microwave. But that sounds like a lot of work for my 30 minute lunch.

So I will probably just have the chicken.

I have three more paychecks left. The mortgage looms in the back of my mind, because as soon as the car insurance bill comes, my savings will be gone. The Teenager starts college in two-ish weeks, so her income will decline.

There is no easy way to face this uncertain future. To self-soothe, I walk the routine and swallow my panic.