on becoming spider woman....

After a fun weekend, the only fitting penance is Monday. I guess a crash was to be expected.

The culmination of 3 hours of standing at the Wilco show combined with 4 hours of driving, all within 24 hours, was an aching back. No gym for me this morning. I was sad, but for Jeff, I would do it all over again.

As I poured my sorry half/caff coffee into my favorite travel mug, one of those creepy almost clear spiders crawled out of it. It is an omen, I am cursed. Dumping my coffee into the sink, I fiercely rewashed my mug and started over.

Then it occured to me that I am being stalked by spiders. One appeared at my desk at work last Thursday, walking on the wire of my headset. I was not pleased, but promptly smacked it with a piece of mail. (Oh yeah, I get to process mail when I am not waiting on members. Be envious !) I remember killing another one lurking on my kitchen ceiling. Then on Friday night Wilco played a softer version of spiders/kidsmoke. Hmm, am I becoming some sort of spider woman, a spider whisperer maybe ?

Even now, there is a spider up in the crease where the wall meets the ceiling in my bedroom, waiting and watching. Who is the prey and who is the preyer ? Only time will tell...