Nothing like a gray rainy day to help you mourn the loss of something you never had.

And something that looks suspiciously like the tail of another dead mouse is sticking out from under my bedroom heater. As I didn't have the time or energy to deal with it this morning, I'm still holding out hope that it's nothing more than dust that happened to form itself into that shape in the night. I'm also debating with myself about how much of a wimp I would be if I called the maintenance people and asked them to deal with it. It's tempting. I need a husband before I buy a place and have to deal with such things without the help of building maintenance.