2003-11-10 - 11:35 a.m.
The apartment is once again clean. Perhaps not sparklingly so, but it no longer fills me with a hollow sense of my own imminent doom. Plus we did about 7 loads of laundry. And we purchased A Treat. In meaning to acquire a servicable mattress pad, I accidently picked up a feather-bed type of thing. Now my bed is soft and cushy, with a delicious core of support. I didn't want to rise from my bed this morning, but alas, I did.
Evidently the cat knew something we didn't. There were not just one or two flies in the apartment. It was a fucking invasion. R killed no less than fourteen flies in a 24-hour period. They were all clustered at the top of our bedroom window. It was like something out of a horror movie, and in fact, so was their demise. For my wedding, one of the gifts from my brother and sister-in-law was an electrified fly-swatter. Electrified. It was like a party in the Texas correctional system--except with flies and not actual people. R was thorough; those little fly corpses were literally smoking. It was indeed disgusting.
So my apartment had been purged of both filth and winged invaders. No thanks to the cat.
Die Entfuehrung aus dem Serail (The Abduction From
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