Yesterday I drove from Sheridan, WY to Roundup, MT. After a brief stop at an overlook in Billings, I made the final stretch to Roundup. I noticed the terrain shifted from the relatively open countryside to which I had grown accustomed on this trip, to wooded hillsides which resembled PA. This I was not excited about. Today's weather matched my excitement as it rained most of the day. Even still, the temperature was remarkably lower than any other point on this trip at a balmy 50 degrees. I could even see my breath. Though the rain was unfortunate, the coolness has been a welcome change. The near 100* temperatures on most of this trip have sometimes been dispiriting. Today's temperature reminded me of fall and quite frankly, was more of what I expected on this trip than the temps I have been getting.
So I stayed in and waited out the rain. I had some work and trip organization to do so I was happy catching up on things. But more importantly: I was on a mission. Last night, I realized there was a fly in the room. When I'd try to find it - it was nowhere to be found. I told myself it wasn't going to bother me and I tried to fall asleep. Boy was I wrong. The whole night I thought I felt it crawling up my legs. I tried to tell myself it wasn't on me, but I still couldn't fall asleep. I even would get up to hunt the fly but could never find it! My anxiety and my imagination were going wild. I tried so many different therapeutic techniques to fall asleep, but to no avail. (The irony of this happening immediately after my post on my sleep obstructions is not lost on me...)
Today, I HAD to find the fly. After maybe 3 hours of sleep, I knew I couldn't handle another night like that again. I searched and searched but I couldn't find it. I thought maybe it was in fact gone (a thought that is both comforting and concerning). Then I saw it: alive and well. I'd be able to track it around the room, but when I reached for a weapon - I would lose sight and it would disappear. I started holding on to my weapon of choice (a tissue box) with one hand as I sat doing work. Eventually, I saw them. Yes, them. There were two little buggers. Oh what a show I must have been putting on if anyone saw me through the window. It took me, I'm sad to admit, most of the day to get them both. But finally and triumphantly, I did. So note to self: Catch the fly before bed doesn't fill you with dread!
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