On Stinkbugs

It’s one of those days where I’ve had too much caffeine. I distracted myself over the three-day weekend by hosting a handful of guests and entertaining conversations and refilling glasses of water and glasses of wine and waking up at 6 AM to clean the guest rooms and make the beds and now it’s just my own thoughts and the sound of insects and laundry going ‘round in the dryer though never quite getting dry because I need to get the HVAC repairmen out to repair the dryer duct but my father thinks that’s nonsense so he cleared it with a vacuum and it might have worked, kind of, I think, except the lint is only collecting halfway. There’s wine in the pantry left over from the party but the 95 degree temperatures have penetrated the walls and it’s probably corked and who can drink wine in 95 degree heat? Maybe it’s the heat that’s making me crazy. There’s a young buck in the yard who’s been living in our barn rent-free. Stink bugs are crawling through the screen on our screened-in porch and I’m told not to vacuum those, that it ruins the vacuum, except it might already be too late because