My mouse’s roll bar is acting up. I thought untangling the tuft of cat hair from the internal gear would do the trick (how does so much get down in there?), but it didn’t fix the problem. So I raided my husband’s desk and stole his mouse.

It’s the same make and model, but where mine has been so well used the buttons are shiny from wear, his has seen maybe 100 hours of use, max.

What a difference! The cursor is so responsive. The roll bar is responsive. I hadn’t realized how sad my mouse had gotten.

Unless I can repair my mouse this evening, I’m treating myself to a new one!

I just finished another 2,800 words forĀ Leads & Lynxes, and the book has passed the 20,000-word mark. I also walked 2.5 miles while I worked, and my feet are sore. It might be time for new writing shoes, too.

My couch and Zelda are calling…