"The best-laid plans of mice and men [finish] up on the cutting-room floor."

And that was the quote my Wodehouse random quote generator gave me.

Well, I got to chat with MizzMarvel for a little while, which was good, and then I told her I'm freezing and had to go to bed. (It's 50 degrees, here.)And I fully intended to do so, but went and wiped the disgusting stuff off the stove (which Matt had cleaned out of the vent hood) and then wandered back here. Because I'm too tired to make good decisions.

And yes, we slept at the new house last night and are going to again, tonight, because we don't want it to be too long before we discover that the furnace has stopped working. We don't have the food and dishes here, yet, because we keep catching more mice (the death toll is at 7 as of this morning), but will have to make that commitment in the next couple of days, because going back to Freeport only to eat and shower is a little silly.

Actually, I guess we're still awake because Eor was learning things about how to fix the furnace. I would say "let's go to bed" and he would say "mnhmn..." and wanders off to "gather more data." The end decision seems to be that the furnace needs a new motor.

However, NOW I think we're going to bed.