It’s a good thing other people are writing good stuff because I’m too tired to do any of my own today. Working very, very hard all day for several days and staying up WAY too late and then working very, very hard again is getting to be a bad habit. Going to bed at a reasonable hour seems to be beyond me. There is SO MUCH to do! There is NOT ENOUGH time.
It’s quite suddenly turned summer here. And that means, yes, you guessed it, FLY SEASON. bleah
Those horses behind us are really wonderful to look at most of the year, but during the warm summer months, it becomes VERY apparent that we live only yards away from a big FLY FACTORY.
Flies have never been an issue anywhere I’ve ever lived in my entire life until now. It’s already to the point where we can’t sit out on the deck, the deck that Anders built with his OWN TWO HANDS, because of the flies. I never used to like killing bugs; my philosophy was always “live and let live” (with the condition that the bugs do most of their living OFF of me, and/or out of my sight) but now? I am a fly killing MACHINE. Hee-ya! SMACK!
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I’m sorry…were you looking for a point to this post? sigh. Me, too.
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