With the onset of rainy season, I’m rediscovering both a sense of irritation, and a massive sense of what can only be called “Winning.”
It starts with the inevitable dulcet drone of a mosquito (aka “mozzie) taunting me and announcing its presence with its irritating ring tone.
And it continues to taunt.
Until I can no longer think of anything but tracking down the welp.
And then finally!
And without fail, without conscious thought, my reaction with every victory, from the first to the forty-third, is to triumphantly and loudly exclaim out loud in no uncertain terms (and usually preceded by a cackle of accomplishment):
Yes, that’s right mozzies. I won once… I will win again. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Ok, granted this maniacal victory celebration is a little awkward at work.
But hey worse things have happened.