i've always hated mice. my mother is not a fan of the small furry creatures at all, mostly because when she was 9 years old and wearing thick heavy tights, one ran up her leg. maybe it's genetic, maybe it's cultural inculcation. whatever it is, we're not fond of cats either, and so a certain state of detente mostly exists between my family and the rodents.
this dislike of mice transferred itself to the computer tool similiarly named. i didnt see the point of one, initially and for quite a while, when i first used a computer, i resisted using a mouse at all. unfortunately, the direction keys proved ultimately too unwieldy, and i was forced to accept and allow a thing called a mouse to become an integral part of my life.
so now that mine is dead - a cute little wireless version that operates on battery - i find myself adrift. im using Beloved's computer to type this. because its sunday, the mouse store won't open til TEN AM.... which has actually forced me to finish up the last bit of unpacking and putting away in my writing room. i have a few more pictures to hang, but other than a quick dusting and vacuuming, i think the room is almost ready for me to photograph and post - or even, to entertain visitors - both the invited ones, and those who are always welcome :).
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.