I fell asleep around
5:30 this morning. Sometimes it's just impossible. I twist and turn for
hours and when I finally do it, it's not because I'm tired but because
I'm totally exhausted. This is another of those evil genetic defects that my mom
passed on.
Teresa woke me up
with a little kiss at around 11:00...
-"Mmmhhghnnnn..."
-"You've got a
package today."
-"Hggnnwwwfff..."
-"It feels like the
fly-box you sent with your flies."
-"HUH!!!!!"
... and in a
split of a second, I turned from a state of half coma to clear awake. It was
like switching on a light bulb.
I must say I wasn't
that surprised. When looking at my fly with these "new" eyes, I didn't think it
look that bad... and the fact that I've stripped down at least 25, looking
exactly the same, made me feel quite stupid. This is going to be one
of those things I will take with me and look back at with a laugh. But
looking at the others, I also saw who the true experts were. AMAZING flies
everyone. These are going straight up on the shelf in the
livingroom.
OK, so I said that I
thought the swap, at the time, was a true nightmare.
Having said that,
I'm now obligated to add that: IT WAS WORTH BOTH THAT AND
MORE!!!
/Nick
