Easter is, after all, kind of a death-themed holiday—but I doubt the mouse died for the sins of mousekind… more likely for a cat’s hunting instincts. Still, there it was, lying in the middle of the lawn when I came outside. It got a proper burial in one of the communal compost bags.
The rest of the day disappeared in a fog of exhaustion as pollen season hit with full force—runny nose, a million sneezes, swollen and itchy eyes, and fatigue… I napped alternately on the deck and the sofa, with the occasional little walk to check on the raised beds.