Spring Break?

I can't believe Hannah's spring break is almost over. Poor girl. She had to endure class with me last night and has gone to work with me for the past 3 days for at least a few hours each day. She actually enjoys playing on the sand volleyball court right outside of my office and has buried herself up to her chin several times. She's in the bathtub right now because she has sand in places where it should not be.

In any case, tomorrow I do NOT plan on going in to work. I was going to take off today and tomorrow completely, but I could tell that things were a bit harried there and I needed to change my plans. I had the option of working on a few projects at home, but honestly, I needed some of the resources in my office and had to go in for about 3 hours to finish up.

Last night we had a HAIL storm. The hail was coming down for about 10 minutes and was about the size of ping pong balls. We have been night owls for the past couple of days and Hannah came in and woke me up at 1:30 because her TV had a weather warning pop up with the alert system noise. She said that there was a thunderstorm coming and it was producing nickle sized hail and she was feeling afraid. She was crying, so I told her she could sleep with Keith and I. Within moments of her crawling into bed next to me, the hail started. It sounded like someone was throwing a thousand rocks at our windows and on the roof of the house all at once. Keith woke up completely freaked out. He went downstairs and picked up a hail stone to show Hannah. By the time he got it upstairs, it was about the size of one of those flat round ice cubes you get in a soft drink. He said they were coming down much larger, but it was actually hot outside and they were melting immediately as they hit the ground. We turned on the Weather Channel and the warning said that the hail was half dollar sized. Why do they compare hail stones to coins? Anyway, it was wild. The fact that Keith's truck was completely unscathed this morning is a sheer miracle. He said because he parks right alongside the house and the angle the hail was coming down with the wind, he thinks it was shielded.

When Hannah and I arrived home from the college today, we saw a little reddish brown field mouse huddled up next to our house. He is now in the mouse house recovering from whatever stunned him in the first place. Hannah has named him (I am just calling it a him) Sorrell after a character in a book we are listening to together on CD right now. He ate some peanut butter and licked a cheese cracker, but he hasn't moved from the spot where I sat him down initially. We will let him go when he seems to be spry again. We decided he was probably snatched up by a hawk that was hit in the head with a hail stone last night, causing him to drop little Sorrell out of the sky. Who knows what really happened? Our story is probably more interesting than the real thing. Alex discovered him and would not give him peace, so we had to put the container in the half bath for the night.