Hipsters and Inconvenient Mice

We had our first second showing (in the nine months we've been for sale) yesterday at 10 a.m., so of course at seven a.m. during the cleaning frenzy, we saw a MOUSE (!); we haven't heard back so we're pretty sure the mouse ran up the pantleg of the prospective buyer.

Went (in the evening) to a soiree hosted by my friend who is the entertainment editor of the paper, a houseful of hipster boho artists and radicals -- kind of the Left Bank of Canton, OH; anyway, before the party, I knew only our host and one guest, Lynn didn't even knew them: predictably such a prospect translates as the Most Fun Imaginable for me -- and I'll leave it up to your imagination how Lynn viewed said prospect (she was winning and charming, though!).