The fly killer

Last night I went to bed but a buzzing fly kept me awake until very late.

I thought of Goethe who said that "As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live." and tried to connect it to a line from a song by Morcheeba "The day that you stop running/ Is the day that you arrive.". Then I recalled the worse day of 2010 but slowly the buzzing stopped and I fell asleep.

At 7am the dog started barking. I woke up; worse even, the fly woke up and started buzzing around. That was when I decided to go fly hunting, finish with the little bastard.

In the evening I put my plan into action. 5 victims! For those defending fly rights, rest assured it was a fast death in a warm, cosy place, my room. Dirty job finished I went on to something more pleasant: baking cookies. When the first batch did not burn I did a little pirouette on some radio tune, some Michael Jackson song.

And the day ends. Snow outside, silence inside, good night awaiting.