Of mice and memories

Over the past few days I've been reorganizing the basement, trying to finish unpacking boxes, and clean the house. I'm about one quarter into each project. Unpacking is hard because I've been going through boxes that haven't been touched in 5-6 years and have uncovered numerous old photos and various other sentimental items (ie it's taking me a long time). Some things I've uncovered: the old funny quotes sheet from ISR, large framed photo of my championship high school football (soccer) team, photos that used to hang on my vet school locker, pre-Euro european money (francs, lire, deutchmarks, etc), keys to locks that no longer exist, and various other trinkets.

Also, some of the boxes are very dusty, and being cardboard in a humid basement, slightly musty as well, so I'm feeling a little wheezy.

Phoenix is thrilled with all the unpacking and reorganizing. I finally uncovered a bag of cat toys filled with approximately 20 play mice, and now I'm finding them all over the house. Phoenix has been waking me up the past two nights to play fetch around 3-4am (it's hard to sleep when the mouse drops on my face and the cat's batting at it). This morning I woke up and found I was laying on 3 mice that were carried into bed by the cat.

Maybe it's time I hide the remaining mice and finish the projects.