Bad Timing

So, we got a notice today that they're finally going to replace our concrete patio tomorrow. 5 days before we move. They were supposed to do this a year ago, but didn't due to a "shortage of concrete", which didn't seem to inhibit any other construction projects around the universe. Apparently the 1 cubic meter we would require would have been too much of a strain. As long as they restrict the mucking about to the back that's fine. But if they interfere with the moving truck on Saturday, somebody's going to get hurt. At least the grease spot on the concrete from when I forgot to replace the collector on the grill will finally be gone.

Mouse

Just discovered a mouse. I thought I'd heard some kind of noise from the kitchen occasionally, but never managed to find anything. Tonight I just peeked into the kitchen quick enough to see a dark blur dart under the stove (it's raised about an inch off the floor. True, we don't clean the place as often as we should, but we just cleaned the floors on Friday and don't leave food lying around. I'll never catch it without either pulling the stove out or setting traps, and how motivated am I to do that when I'm leaving? This is the second mouse I've seen since I've been living here. At least this one had the sense to run away. I heard once that no human is ever more than 10 feet from a rat, but I have no way of testing that. Probably that isn't true of divers, but I wonder how many rats are up on the ISS?