Last night, 11-something-PM: I picked up a daddy-long-legs off my bedroom wall
I went into my room to get a book, and I suddenly noticed something on the wall. I let out a small gasp. It was a spider. Well, a daddy-long-legs to be precise, so technically not a spider. But still rather large and inexplicably disturbing. Now, in my own defense, I have picked up daddy-long-legs countless times...outside. Somehow, it was quite different having one on the wall by my bed. I went and unlocked the back door. At least I was going to be merciful. Cringing inwardly (well, probably outwardly too), I gingerly picked it up by one leg...only to find that I had a leg in my hand but no spider.
Thoroughly grossed out, I watched in horror as the spider fell among my bedsheets. I threw back the covers and tossed each of my stuffed animals off after careful inspections, but the horrid creature was nowhere to be found. It is one thing to know a spider is near you and to have it in your sight. But it is quite another thing to know a spider is near you---in your bed, no less---and you can’t see it.
I steadily lost my nerve as I continued searching among the sheets. Finally, when I yanked back part of the quilt, there it was, looking rather squished. Quite horrified, I cautiously moved the blanket to see if it would move. It did, rather quickly too. I was in no shape to catch it now. I just stood there by my bed, wringing my hands in a state of utter consternation.
Thankfully, Mom came by just then, took stock of the situation, picked up the culprit and deposited it where it belonged-- out of doors. Finally, gone.
Sitting safely on the couch, I kept feeling creepy-crawlies all over me. Spiders and I simply do not get along.
Today, 8-something-AM: I texted my friend while jumping on a trampoline
It was, admittedly, very disorienting. But many things are disorienting when you do them before breakfast.
Today, 9-something-AM: I made myself a perfectly enormous cup of hazelnut coffee
I made it with the Keurig machine and I remembered to put a cup underneath and I didn't spill a drop. It was a bittersweet cup of coffee, because it was my last k-cup. As you might know, k-cups are kinda pricey.
Today, 10-something-AM: I speed-read a 247-page book in about half an hour
Admittedly, it was teen fiction. If you've read much teen fiction, you'll know why I was able to read it so fast. Fluffy is the word that comes to mind.
If you're still reading this (which means you're amazingly patient), have a splendid day.