Sick...

Found the stash of Nyquil last night, but I didn't get a good night's sleep. I kept waking up. When I was supposed to get up to go to work, I called in sick, slept until noon, got up, let the dog out, ate a sandwich, then went back to sleep. Been sleeping most of the day, except when our mortgage company called me for the second time in 2 days to pitch me their deal of paying our mortgage twice a month... Needless to say, I wasn't that happy... I basically told the guy that if I didn't respond to the constant mailings from them, why in this green earth would I look favorably on phone calls reiterating the same deal? Maybe I didn't need to be so mean, but I'm sick, so he can deal...

I think my dog ate my new chap stick that I had sitting on the nightstand next to my bed. It was there when I went to sleep last night and it wasn't there when I woke up. I was using it to help keep the raw and red nose at bay...

I saw a mouse in my hallway shortly after I woke up... I wonder if it is the same mouse that I heard under the stairs the other day. I know I could go get traps and stuff, but I would feel bad bringing death to a living creature, especially one that is cute and fuzzy. I never felt bad if my cat killed a mouse, because, that's nature... If only I wasn't so allergic to cats, I could get one to deal with the mouse problem..