Oh my gosh!
It’s the middle of February. In Iowa. There is a foot of snow on the ground. It has been "unseasonably" cold for weeks now, or so I’m told. (This is not a great "first year experience" for those of us who have just moved to Iowa.)
A fly has suddenly appeared on the lampshade in my study, not four feet from where I’m sitting. Out of nowhere I tell ya.
What could this possibly mean?
~ Connie
Planet of the Blind 