My brother did not text me back last night.
I texted again tonight.
He has not responded.
This is not unusual for him, so I am not overly concerned. Hopefully he will respond within the next 24 hours.
There is no point phoning him because, like me, he doesn’t answer.
Today was a great day.
Except for Harley play and preparing two meals for myself, I spent the day in bed.
Firstly, I finished reading my friend’s book and then sent her a lengthy positive review with a hearty congratulations.
I journaled.
I played Texas Hold’em.
After cooking my early dinner at 4pm (honey soy prawns), Adoring Husband and I watched two Hallmark movies on Netflix, followed by an episode of the Australian version of “Portrait Artist of the Year” on ABC iview.
When I returned to my bedroom, I discovered that my ceiling had 18 big black flies congregated above my bed. This was very off putting because I hadn’t noticed them at any time during the day.
THEN I walked into my ensuite, which I hadn’t entered since 8am, and like an Alfred Hitchcock movie, there were more than 60 big black flies stuck to the walls, ceiling and glass walls of the shower!
I have no clue where they came from. I checked the bin and there was nothing in it to breed nasties.
Manned with my fly swat, I spent 20 minutes swatting every single one of them stone cold dead! Some I squished against whatever surface they were upon and others I swatted in mid air. In the bedroom, I climbed on my bed to reach the buggers that were on my ceiling.
I wish I knew where they came from! There was a Weis Bar wrapper in my bedroom trash bag, but it wasn’t touched so I really am clueless. Could there be a dead creature in one of the drains??? I shall investigate further tomorrow.
I think I’m ready for sleep now. I hope I don’t have Hitchcockesque nightmares!
Nite all.
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