I had some spare vacation days to use before the end of the year and between them and the days we get off for Christmas and New Years I had a nice stretch of 8 days off.
I didn't do a whole lot. Unless you count battle with the little mouse army gaining territory in the front room. Did you know they will go so far as to try and remove their fallen comrades from the field of battle? I was shocked too and thought that maybe this particular mouse army had evolved and developed their own form of ceremonial burial... At least until I found one of the corpses hidden behind a box with his head still stuck in the trap and the rest of his body missing. Now I've realized I'm fighting with an army of cannibalistic mice who aren't afraid of death and it's freaking me out a little.
I think the thing I did most over the really long weekend was hang out with the dog... Or at least it feels that way. I can't remember him ever wanting to snuggle up close or sleep in my lap but it seems that's all he wanted to do. While it could all be a result of the 65 degree temperature in our little house and his genetics coming from a place where it never drops below 85, it was nice to feel like I had a dog that loved me.
Feeling loved and rested I'm now ready to return to work.