It's WAY Past My Bedtime

There's another storm blowing through tonight (presumably - assuming they know what they're talking about - whoever "they" are), so Mulletman did not come home from work. He commutes over 60 miles to work, so when the weather is bad and he's working 2 days in a row, the hospital pays for him to stay in a nearby hotel room. This is lovely because he gets to skip the commute and I don't have to worry about him dying in a horrible car crash during a raging blizzard.

"Cause if he died I'd be mighty lonely and sad.

He's my sweetie!

However, when he spends the night away it throws my schedule all catty wampus and I don't know what to do with myself. There are moments of glee when I realize that I can goof around on the computer or eat one more dessert (and no one will know) or read an entire novel in one evening. But reality is that I can't settle down for long because it's weird not having him here.

So here I am blogging and rambling a good hour after my usual bedtime. And a fruitfly is hovering in my face.

A fruitfly? In February? No, actually I think it's a blackfly because the stupid thing won't leave me alone. Fruitflies like fruit; Blackflies like people. I just slapped myself on the head. ouch.



That brings up the topic of flies.



Flies weird me out because it's too cold for them in the winter, right? They freeze or hibernate or whatever.........wait, I just looked it up, they "diapause". There, go add that to your word-for-the-week file.

Anyway, as I was saying, bugs chill out in winter. They take a little snooze and wait for the warm weather to wake them. Then, when they do awaken, they are hilariously slow and lethergic. But that's not what disturbs me.

What disturbs me is having flies in my mudroom. My mudroom is really just an entryway. It's a place for one chair, one rod for coats and a couple of boot trays. It has two doors, one goes out to the driveway, the other goes into the kitchen. There are 2 well cased and well sealed windows with mini-blinds. My mudroom is not heated, but it does get the afternoon sun, so it can get warmer than the inside of the house.

And it has flies. I must kill 2 a week in there. In the winter. In Maine.

Flies in a room with no trash. A room with no food. A room that gets cleaned regularly -vacuumed, dusted, shaken, and washed.

Where do they come from? How do they get in there? Are there little maggots out there playing hide and seek with me? Do the flies just appear by magic? Do they have a secret trap door and invite their buddies in out of the cold? If it's cold and they're diapausing, then how do they even THINK to get in?

And why, yesterday, did I see a house fly crawling on an icycle?

These are the mysteries of life.

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I've been busy in the internetherworld this week. I'm thrilled to say that I'll be grilling interviewing romance author Marianne Arkins on this very blog on March 11, so stay tuned for that. In the meantime you can peruse Marianne's Blog and her Website.

I've also bullied my way been kindly asked to write a guest post for Kailani's blog when she's on vacation next week month. She's an Hawaiin airline stewardess, so ya know I'm gonna have a blast hijacking her blog!
(This is not really a photo of Kailani, but I was so tickled when I saw it that I had to use it!)

I've been busy updating my Trek Across Maine Squidoo lens.

I've been locating missing imaginary friends and finding fun websites to add to my Procrastination Squidoo lens.

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OK...now I'm getting sleepy. Finally. It's one more snack for me and then off to bed. Tomorrow is another busy day!