Twenty-eight days. That’s all the housefly gets. I know this because one has been buzzing me constantly for two days.

That’s 1/14th of its life so far that is being wasted with me. I have offered it the door and it chooses to remain. Sucker!

I’m feeling a bit as I do telemarketers. If I can waste their time on the phone, I win. I may be helping the person calling. They may be rewarded for keeping me on the phone. That’s fine. I want to cost their boss a bit of money. Their phones, their equipment, their business that intrudes in my life against my will. Less profit for them makes me feel good.

They are the pesky flies of the world I can’t get to disappear with a swat. But I’ll eventually get my revenge. In twenty-eight days or less.