I finally got word today - after asking yet again - about whether I can get Friday off.  A go.  I am planning on leaving Thursday after work and either leaving late Friday or more likely early Saturday.
Actually, I have no guarantee that I am going to get off early enough on Thursday to get up there in time to have enough time to deal with any mouse problems, though my mother informed me that there were no sign of them in there and that the mouse traps had not been sprung.

I would rather not, obviously, have to deal with mice and their droppings.

Junior is all over the place.  He's feeding on Lantanna's; Honeysuckles and I believe it's called Rubella.  Purple flowering plant.  Junior is my name for the hummingbird that was born in one of my Sissoo trees earlier this year.  His mother took a hike, he never left.  Well, I mean he always comes back, multiple times a day, looking for nourishment.  He drained out a feeder's full of fluid in a very short period of time. But my Honeysuckles have hundreds and hundreds of flowers on them, lots of nourishment there, but I just refilled the feeder to keep him happy.

I was having a crazy dream last night.  It started  - somewhere, lots of people around, not exactly sure where.  Someone snagged my laptop with mobile router and gun and the entire dream was about finding this person and getting my stuff back. This dream went ALL over the place, including meeting a police officer who was engaged in killing a large number of people.  He had an excuse for all the killings, of which I witnessed, him gunning them down. He continued to promise to help me find the thieves but declared that he had a much grittier calling to deal with the bad guys.  He thought nothing of killing people, even if criminals, whether they were armed or unarmed and mostly unarmed.

This dream seemed like it went on all night long when I awakened out of it.  We were driving all over the state trying to find this person, meanwhile I remember fretting about trying to replace the computer and the gun with limited finances. In the last few scenes of my "movie", I was with my wife? - not my ex either - and we had tracked the thief down to a run-down old house or hotel or whatever, I can't really say, and went in to find him.  Well, the misses stayed outside in a vehicle that looked to be a moving van.  Lol.  I fished the man out and he ran to his car and took off.  I ran to the van and I was about to take off when my missus said it was time for her to go work.  ???!!!! What do you mean it's time to go to work?  That's when I woke up, looked at the clock and yes, it was time to get up for work.  It was a really strange dream, but I have been having those lately and I have no clue.

I mean, do you attempt to attach some meaning to such dreams and if you do, what, precisely, are you focusing in on?