so there I was, ignoring my itchy-scratchy cough for the most part and enjoying my day off, getting lots of writing done, and even sitting in the sun for an hour or so. It was all going swimmingly until about 9PM when my house was suddenly attacked, swarmed by hundreds and hundreds of ants. Now I don't necessarily mind ants, as long as they're OUTSIDE where they belong. But these guys were EVERYWHERE. Inside MY house!
It was 9PM and fortunately my local grocery story was still open so I raced over there and bought some RAID ant killer after which my son and I spent the next 3 hours spraying, killing, and cleaning. Then just as I sat back down at my computer, whammy #2 slammed into me like a freight train going 120mph. I was suddenly aching all over and struck by a horrible headache along with a fever of 101. I was hot, I was cold, and every inch of my body hurt. I couldn't even sleep because I was in so much pain and by this time my local grocery store was closed.
What a horrible night! And it was made worse by the sound of my son killing ants downstairs, the tell-tale slap of his sandals against the floor or wall or wherever the little bastards were crawling. I hardly slept at all and as soon as I got up Saturday morning it was back to the store for some Tylenol per nurse mom's instructions, after which I was finally able to get some rest. As I write this, it is late Saturday afternoon and I am just coming to life. I am supposed to be over at my brother's house playing Skyrim, drinking wine and eating burgers hot off the grill. Instead, I am a sick little camper and quite displeased at having lost an entire day of writing not to mention the fact that I didn't kill a single bandit, magic user, or troll, nor did I advance my position at the college of magic in Winterhold.
And did I mention I hate ants?