Stalling

It's one thing if your car stalls or a weather system stalls, but it stinks when a sinus infection stalls and day after day you feel as if homunculi are hammering away at parts of your brain, jaw bone and optic nerve.

Aw, it isn't that bad, but I do feel like I'm only half with it most of the time and I've taken so much Excedrin, I think I'll bleed to death if I get a paper cut.

This morning there was a fly in the house -- not a big deal, but the ramifications of having a fly in my house are the following:

Dish with fresh cut peaches is knocked onto the floor and shards of blue willow and sticky peaches are strewn all over the floor.

Violet by the window is knocked over.

Adorable white vase on the window sill is sent flying but lands unharmed.

Creeping fig is knocked over onto the counter.

Tablecloth is yanked off the dining room table.

Two forks and three spoons are sent crashing into the sink.

This is all before I have my first cup of coffee.

The whirling dervish doing the damage is none other than our beloved Finbar who apparently goes apeshit when a fly is in the house. He has never done so much damage so quickly before, but he too was attempting to fly and snatch the bugger from midair, losing sense of where he was landing or how he was landing turning the kitchen into total mess in seconds.

I shall return now to my couch and even though misery loves company, I hope everyone's sinuses are healthy and happy.