Meh...

Eleanor is still sick.  Justin and Henry just left to go to Dallas to have Christmas without us at his family's house.  This makes me sad because I was really looking forward to going.

But what is really really making me sad right now (besides the both of us having pink eye) is we have a cluster fly infestation.

What is this you ask?  I have never heard of these in my whole life and even the exterminator we've used for years never heard of them.  I've done all sorts of looking on the internet and they are very common up north or anywhere it's cold--and the websites even say they are not found in states bordering Mexico.  But, we have them.  Badly.  So the deal is, they do not breed or lay eggs or any of that indoors, they do that in the soil outside, they carry no disease, and they do not bite or eat anything but flowers (so weird!).  But they winter in people's attics, and the cracks and voids in walls, windows, etc.  And they emerge when they think it is Spring.  Well, since we've had unusually warm weather, they think it is spring.  They mostly hang out on the windows,  they are larger than houseflies, and they are slow and easy to kill.  But we are having to kill about 60 a day to stay on top of them, and this could go on for months.

I try to enjoy my day and then I look over and see one or two or 5 and I HAVE to kill them.  It's become a very OCD-like thing for me.  I am constantly angry at these things--they're loud--you can hear them, and since they are so big and slow, when they fly in front of you you can't just ignore them.  When you leave the house and come back 2 hours later, there will be 20 more of them scattered throughout the kitchen.  There's some satisfaction in killing them --like, ah, now your dead, I can move on, but they just keep coming back, and will for weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks.

If it's not one thing it's another.  My new mantra.