The whole family (plus one potential family member) came over for Sunday dinner to celebrate Lucas’ (2) and his Dad (Jared, 29F) birthdays. The usual noise and rowdiness from the grandchildren ensued. Two of them are recovering from mild flu cases (slight temperatures, a bit of coughing), but seem to be better today.

We had some BBQ steak (cooked on the back patio in 50 degree sunny weather), with pasta salad and garlic roasted red potatoes. All was yummy.

A mostly quiet day today. I had an interview for a system administrator position this morning; it went well, so we’ll see how that turns out. This afternoon was mostly relaxing, watching a bit of TV while using the laptop.

There are a series of storms coming, with a cold front. The weather dweebs are forecasting a couple of inches of snow tomorrow and Wednesday. That will be a new experience for us. And I don’t have a snow shovel or snow boots. My plan is to stay inside.

But there was this fly that had been bugging me all afternoon. It would buzz a bit around your face, then fly off. Flies are hard to see around here; we have brown furniture, dark cherry cabinets, and dark granite counter tops. So it’s difficult to see the flies when they land.

I needed a plan. I grabbed the flyswatter, sat back down in the recliner, and patiently waited for the fly to reappear. It took a while, but he eventually ended up on my foot.

I carefully aimed the flyswatter, and took a mighty swing.

And during the swing, my hand hit the arm of the recliner (which has some padding, but wood underneath). Hit it hard.

The good news is that there are no broken bones in my hand.

Also good news: the fly is no more.