Back at home I cleaned up some vomit my dog-for-a-day had left me in my backseat. Throwing this away I discovered a moribund mouse in the garage, probably attacked by a cat although with no visible wounds. I made a little box for the mouse and determined to take it to the now-closed Wildcare (which cares for rodents as well as other animals) in the morning if it survived the night. I put the mouse's box in a quiet spot in the dining room, away from the parrots and cats. The Sober Husband then chose to stand next to the mouse's box and shout across the house to the children. I looked at him irritably. "I put the mouse there specifically because it is quiet, and you are standing there next to it shouting!"
"Your work is never done, is it?" he said. "It's like Mr. Incredible, when he says he has to keep saving the world, why doesn't it stay saved?"