I was thinking, NO, NO, NO. There's only one mouse.
He's in the kitchen. There are no mice upstairs. That's impossible.
possible even upstairs, I felt like that scene from that Star Trek movie
I was thinking I'll be moving into my car now.
Then this afternoon, as I was walking home from work, I was thinking of the ice cold water and other drinks that awaited me. I was also thinking of the many options I thought I had for lunch and dinner. The temperature is about 95 in Chicago today, about 105 in the school bus that I drive. But when I got home and opened the fridge, all of the food was warm. The brand new gallon of milk had already started to curl. I looked behind the fridge, wires had been chewed. My fridge was broken.