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It’s been fifteen days since my last post, which is far too
long, but life has just been crazy—as it so often seems to be.  We have had an onslaught of illness here
since school, also known as the petri dish, started in August, and a dear
friend suffered a horrible loss this past week. 
Between sitting helplessly in waiting rooms with vomiting, feverish
children, unexpected trips and the daily “to do” list, it seems writing has,
once again, slipped on my priority list, which is really unfortunate since I’ve
been brimming with fun, creative ideas for the past two to three weeks.  Fortunately, I have my handy-dandy journal
that travels quite nicely from home to doctor’s office to car in my favorite

I have been taking copious notes on all my inspired, and
some fairly uninspired, ideas, and I have grand plans this week to put some of
them into motion.  The unfortunate thing
about a blog, however, is that it loves instant gratification.  Maybe that’s why I constantly feel stalled
out, like I’m starting all over every time I sit down to pound out a few
letters.  I have no end of fabulous
insight to share with you every single day, but by the time my procrastinating
self sits down to type it all up, it seems the time has passed and all my
revelations and super ideas are yesterday’s news.  Then I’m left staring at that maddening
little blinking cursor and thinking, “I have nothing of interest to say.” 

However, I will say that about a week ago, Isaac and I tried
a project that has turned out to be one of our favorite and best projects.  Several months ago, as we were researching
how to raise a fat and happy mouse, we came across a YouTube video from the San
Diego zoo.  They have an awesome mouse exhibit, apparently, and part of the attraction was the actual “mouse house”
they made from a gigantic loaf of bread. 
The video showed dozens of mice scurrying in and out of holes in a
large, homemade loaf of bread.  It was
like a whole grain condo.  Isaac was

“Can we make one?” he asked enthusiastically.  Of course, I said, “Sure, that would be fun,”
but like so many of our great ideas, I put it off and actually forgot about it
for a while until he brought it up again two weeks ago.  It was a lazy weekend, and we had some time
to kill, so I looked the site up again and found, lo and behold, a recipe for the mouse house.  The one they posted
required an unusually large amount of flour and other ingredients, but I
decided we could probably quarter the amounts listed and end up with a fairly
nice mouse house that would be just Archer’s size. 

Isaac, who has recently discovered the joy of cooking, mixed
and stirred and had a great time making the dough, which we watched rise for
the rest of the afternoon.  After he went
to bed that night, I put the bread in to bake, and surprisingly, we had a very
nice, albeit a little hard, loaf of bread that was the perfect size for our
mouse cage. 

The next morning, Isaac and I cut several holes that
connected through the bread and placed it in Archer’s freshly cleaned
cage.  She took to it immediately.  It didn’t take very long at all for her to
find her way through the little maze of tunnels and to begin stuffing some of
the holes with bedding material.  Two
weeks later, most of the house has been eaten, but she is still curled up, nice
and snug, in at least part of the house. 
Eventually, we’ll have to throw the rest out and bake another one, but
this might have been the best thing we could have done for our little
friend.  She is the fattest and happiest
and healthiest she’s been since Santa brought her nine months ago.