23.02.09

I think this counts as today.
Last night, which was actually early this morning, I was trying very hard to get to sleep. I had had a fairly huge day and was trying to wind down. My mid was racing though. Don't you hate that?

Anyway, I was struggling enough as it is when I heard a faint buzzing sound. It got louder and louder and then it suddenly stopped. I turned the light on and there was this massive fly on my duvet. I was not impressed one bit.
I shooed it and turned the light off, hoping it would fly off to a small corner of my room and die like it deserved.

It did not.

The buzzing reappeared. I ignored it. It stopped. I tried earnestly to sleep. It happened again. Finally I couldn't take it any more so I sat up and waited for the miserable creature to land.
It refused to, so I took out my bible and started reading. I got a fair way through Mark chapter 12 and I saw it. It had landed on my pillow of all places!

I picked up the pillow and promptly escorted the fly out of my room.

I should have shot it. Or killed it somehow. No doubt I would have had some satisfaction from that.

When I got back into bed I felt so free to kick off the covers and not have to fear that I would experience a telltale tickling sensation on my leg.
I could relax. It was such a small thing. Who would have thought a fly could cause me to be so tense. But it was almost worth it afterwards when I could drift into a peaceful slumber.