What a Lovely Morning

This morning couldn't be better.  Well, probably an acceptance in my email would make it Truly Excellent.  But that aside, I'm sitting here in my nightclothes with a comfy flannel shirt thrown over and fleece pants to keep me warm.  There's a Cinnabon in my tummy, and hot green tea with honey and lemon at my side.  (And as an aside, my hubby will be lucky if he returns home to fine his Cinnabon still intact.)  I'm alone, gloriously alone.  While some of you may know that I have the two most adorable grandsons EVAH! and I delight to have them come stay with me, and my hubby is overall, (but don't tell I said this!) an excellent companion, I delight in my alone time.  I rose early, which in my old age, I am beginning to tolerate pretty well, into the still-nightness of early morning, drank coffee, watched the sky lighten, and browsed online.  I have committed Flash at Liberty Hall -- not, mind you, Excellent Flash, or even flash that could perhaps grow into Story -- although, maybe it will, it's an interesting topic to me.  Last night I reached Draft end of a short story I hope to sub in the next few days, after an editing pass or two.  The only slightly off thing to this Truly Excellent Morning is that I will probably have to arise and make my way to Costco.  But otherwise, I'd probably just sit and play games anyway, which I'm trying to break myself from this mind-numbing habit.  Life is very, very Good this morning.

Switching tracks to Disturbing Trends, I believe my house is being invaded by Zombie Flies.  Yes, Zombie Flies, I tell you.  Check your own households, because we may be on a veritable Zombie Fly Infestation.  Yesterday, I swatted a fly.  It was a tiny fly, almost cute, if said bugs would or could be called cute.  I missed.  Next time I saw it, it had gone inside my cup.  INside!!!  So I stuffed a rag in, trying to squash it.  I then left said rag stuffed in said cup for an hour or two.  Then I quickly upended the cup over the sink and out dropped the fly.  It was either dead or somewhat squashed and barely breathing, so I turned on the water and washed it down the drain and then, as an added precaution, turned on the garbage disposal.  It was the ONLY fly in my house, I tell you.  So when an hour or so later, I found the same size "cute" little fly in my kitchen, I was somewhat alarmed.  I did swat it and after another careful observation, observed it to be quite dead at last.  But this morning?  Another little fly, not quite so cute as the previous day's.  I swatted it, and connected.  It landed on the floor by the rug.  A few minutes later, there's a buzzing and a fly on my counter.  I look at the floor, and the Dead Fly is NOT THERE!  I swatted this Zombie Fly and squashed him in a tissue to boot.  But please, for all our sakes, search your own household before they GET US!!!!!!  

Don't say you haven't been warned.