fly people

These days there is a palpable feeling of exhaustion in the air. I can almost taste the dry, tough texture of worn-downness. Flu, colds, coughing, snot, and even pink eye have presented themselves in our offices over the last month or so, and all kinds of havoc are wreaking themselves (yes, English is fun to play with). Thus far I have managed to avoid every one of them. This is both exciting and terrifying, because I know that at any moment I could wake up with any or all of the illnesses I've seen dropping people like flies.

Speaking of flies, they're rather disgusting. I do like to watch them grooming themselves, and their wings are pretty fascinating. It's their eyes and the fact that they regurgitate/spit on your food that freaks me out. The worst part is when they start cropping up in window sills in late summer, one by one frantically throwing themselves against the glass in a vain attempt to escape and eventually joining their fellows in the Fly Death Stance (upside down with their legs curled up). We've all seen it before.