While cleaning I found something. It was stuck behind something half in a plastic bag. It looked fuzzy and kinda decayed. That’s when I realized it was a mouse. It was hard to recognize since it had been mauled. I assume back when we had the mouse problem this is another one Jobu took out. I bet he batted it under there. So Jobu’s lifelong death count stands at 3 mice and 3 Cicadas and 2 spiders.
With the weather finally feeling like spring I decided to pump up the tires on my bike and try and get some exercise. After years of mostly inactivity I am in horrible shape. I am quickly covered in sweat and gasping for air. Near the end of one of my rides two people in their 60s rode by me and cheerfully said Hello. My response.. WHEEeeezeee gaspe.. Helll haspe OOO wheeze. After I took a shower I needed a two hour nap to recover from the half hour ride.