Saturday afternoon, sunny and quite warm and breezy, 84 degrees.
I should be sitting outside, but my entire body is covered with bites, so I need to wait a bit. My right hand was bitten by something a few nights ago, and as a result, my hand and arm up to elbow were both quite swollen. The fact that Corey does not get bitten or stung is probably because his blood tastes of nicotine, which almost makes me want to smoke.
Almost . . . but not quite . . .
More later. Peace.