Oh Bats
Once again, I'm just getting over a "stomach thing." For three days, I was pretty down. I drank a lot of ice water. Today I just have that shaky, weak, unsteady feeling that you get when you're finally getting over something. My immunity must be in the toilet--literally with all the germs that reside in there. I've been taking vitamins and trying to get it in order but sometimes "it" does what it wants to do.
On the bright side, I probably lost a little weight. But it's water weight so it'll find its way home if I don't hide well enough.
I don't think I need to say that I haven't been exercising--so I won't.
Friday night, there was a bat in my bedroom. That's right, a bat. I woke up hearing something at the window. Then it was at the other window. "What the heck?" I'm thinking. So I turn on the light. From out of the shutters flies a bat--and it starts dive bombing my head. I lay low on the bed and try to cover up. At my first chance, I jump up and run into the kitchen to get a broom. While I was in there, I propped the backdoor open. In the midst of all of this, the dogs are running around barking like idiots.
I go back into the bedroom and use the broom to poke at the blinds until the bat comes flying out. Now I swat his ass into the hallway. He flies into the kitchen. I run into the kitchen and survey the room trying to find out where he's hiding--the whole time with my broom raised and ready. I see him trying to climb onto the blender. I use the broom to scoop him up and toss him toward the open door--out he flies. Thank God. The dogs are still barking. My brother slept through the whole thing.
I should be back in action tomorrow. At least, that's my hope.
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