I dunno exactly why that phrase... “The Miserys”... came to mind when I thought about whether I would post today, or not. But that’s the phrase my great-grandmother used when she was under the weather, as in “I’ve got The Miserys.” And I’m that… under the WX… and have been for the past 18 hours or so. As I’m fond of saying when I’m afflicted with this or that… “this, too, shall pass.” And so it will… none too soon, in any event.
The real weather isn’t helping things… at all. It’s chilly and quite windy out, albeit very, very bright (as you can tell from the graphic above). We’re also supposed to get our first freeze tonight, and that’s a great good thing. The flies become quite unbearable in these parts towards the end of the summer and during early Fall… but the first freeze will kill ‘em off in droves… like flies! I’ve often wondered why I’m not knee-deep in fly carcasses after the first freeze… there are THAT many of the damned things. It's the dairies, Gentle Reader.