Flashbacks: A less eventful night, and quieter day

I was a little reticent about sleeping in the basement last night, the mouse might have scarred me, but in the end, it was mission accomplished. I slept a good 10 hours, uninterrupted apart from the vagaries of my bladder, and awoke, if not refreshed, certainly rested. I checked the trap, which had been refilled with peanut butter, and it was empty.
 
Up and straight into action with work. A quiet and reasonably uneventful day. Got a message from Mark in London who was on his way to the Drôme to put the house on the market. “The end of an era,” he said. Certainly is. I loved that place and just wish I could afford to buy it. Oh well.
 
Ottawacker Jr. went out to his school’s pot luck, carrying the container of scones he made himself. I wonder how many of them will make it to the pot luck. This means Mrs. Ottawacker and I got to have dinner alone. He was back by 7, sniffling and doing a passable impression of someone who will not be going into school tomorrow.
 
Anyway, as uneventful as the day was, I managed to rescue a couple of photos from my old government Blackberry, the SIM card for which appeared to be in a book I had. Nine years ago… Montreal. One of the coldest days I’ve ever had – and coincidentally, one of the last times Mrs. Ottawacker and I got away by ourselves. I miss being younger.