Woke up to a loud THUD.  Bob is peacefully snoring away (not endearing himself to me at the moment...) so I came downstairs.  Becket is on the couch - clearly also just awakened.  Henry is curling around my ankles.  My mother's day tulips are no longer on the mantle.  They and the vase and all its water are sprayed across the living room floor.  Luckily the vase missed the brick hearth and survived the impact.  The tulips - not so much.  I guess I need to go out and get new flowers for myself.  Grrrr.

The little bastard is currently in the kitchen, staring fixedly at the wall, wherefrom there is emerging skritching noises.  Great.  So sometime in the next couple of days I'll need to go out in the garage and see if I can figure out where the access point is that the mice found.  Fan f-ing tastic.

It took me two hours to get to sleep earlier.  Wonder how long it will take this time.

Furry little bastard.