Alas, poor mouse . . .

 There's an old saying, "You don't know what you've got until you lose it."

I have lost my pink wireless mouse.

Well, lost isn't exactly true.  It's sitting here on my desk.  The little red light underneath shines brightly when I pick it up, but ... to quote Star Trek's Dr. McCoy, "It's dead, Jim."

I'm out of town and working on the laptop.  I do not like the mouse device/pad they give you on a laptop.  For one thing, I can never highlight anything with it.  The idea of approaching the
day's work without my wireless mouse is daunting.  But I'm out in the sticks.  Where am I going to find another wireless mouse?  The nearest Walmart is at least a half an hour's drive (if not more).

I have another mouse in my laptop case, but even with new batteries it doesn't want to work, either.

Someone on Facebook told me that dropping a mouse (which I seem to do a lot, thanks for this cute but tiny desk) will kill it.  Um...I think I dropped it three times yesterday.  But I was working along and it just stopped dead.  So I changed the battery (which I've had to do about every three weeks during the summer).

Dead, dead, dead.

Oh well, glad I gassed up the car yesterday, because it looks like Walmart here I come.  Except . . . I think I'm done with wireless mice.  I'm going get one with a wire. 

They seem to live longer.