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I want to say i am 98% sure we have a mouse. I'm entertained by that, because the only reason i can think that i've a 2% uncertainty is denial. I saw the rump as it slipped away, i cleaned up sign, and Marlowe is fascinated with something behind the fridge. We have at least one mouse. I'm not sude of my resistance to certainty.

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Carrie went out. Marlowe wanted to go as well, so i let her out. Carrie looked back at me, with a "Does she havta come out too?" look.

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Good morning energy overwhelming the possible cold, so far. I went to sleep early but also woke early. We'll see how long this lasts.