ants!!!

Nice, quiet morning. We both slept in. Skipped breakfast. I emerged from hibernation about 10 or so. And then just laid around. We were both brave enough to try soup for lunch, and it stayed down. Seemingly on the mend.

Which is good. I had some responsibilities to attend to at church this afternoon. I prepared everything for communion, and I prayed during the service. I had never supplied the things for communion before, and was nervous about running out. I cut 250 small pieces of bread, and got two large bottles of grape juice. Unfortunately, the heavens opened and it poured rain just half an hour before church, and so the turnout was rather slim. Not over 50, so I had plenty.

Then after church we went to a burger place for supper. Not our idea, but some friends wanted to go there, and we were game. Nothing like jumping back into food with both feet. Mr. had a Coke, burger and fries. So far so good; no adverse reactions yet.

So, the ants have not been behaving normally lately. Usually we control them by keeping the dishes washed and all food put away. They especially like grease, so we do a lot of cleaning on and around the stove top.

HOWEVER, last week Mr. found them invading a box of Q-tips, of all things. Then, a day later, I got out of the shower and dried off. All of a sudden I felt sharp stinging pricks here and there. I looked down to see ants crawling all over me. Unfortunately, these ants also bite. I ended up with 5 or 6 nasty red welts in various spots. :-( Grrr. I sprayed bug spray on the wall and put that towel in the wash. For about a week I checked every day to make sure my towel was free of ants.

But of course, today, feeling complacent because I hadn't seen ants for a number of days, I just grabbed the towel and started toweling off. My heart sank as I felt the (now) familiar sting of an ant bite, and I saw ants throughout my towel. Quickly I jumped back into the shower and tried to wash them all off. Still I ended up with another 5 or 6 big swollen bites. Stink! This sucks!

In spite of the ant attacks, I am starting to feel like life is slowing down again a bit. I finally feel like I have time to think and reflect, instead of just running from one thing to the next. I can't believe I used to be even busier at one time. Before I got married I literally had my days planned full—from the time I got up to the time I fell back into bed. Why was I running so hard? What was I so busy doing? I don't ever want to live like that again.

Someone commented recently that I seem to be slowing down. I certainly hope so. I'll take that as a compliment.