A nice quiet final script-read session on the screen porch. Some Sambucca and a pack of smokes.
Was interupted by a scurrying thing. That caught my eye.
Gah! It was a mouse!
I shrieked like a maniac.
The mouse stopped and looked at me like I am crazy.
And runs off down some hole in the back of the porch that I could not even fit a pinky finger through.
Breathe, Michele, breathe.