I hadn't been to the cabin for a long time, and I figured it would be a good idea to check on things back there. Lots of mouse poison has been consumed, and recycled into mouse poop all over the tops of my Books Of Knowledge, and on the floor near one batch of poison. I don't know where the mice went to die, but I didn't see any carcasses.
It's amazing that a place can be so lovely in spring, summer and fall, and so forboding and desolate on a day like this. Mandy wasn't put off by the seasonal weather; every atom of her being was looking for excitement. She was SO happy when I told her we were "going to the cabin", she started whining at me to hurry; and she wasn't ready to leave when I told her we were going back to the house, but she reluctantly followed.