From the knees down, I’m nothing but bug bites. It used to amaze me how my dad could work outside in a cloud of bugs, and not go nuts trying to swat them away. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve slowly become more zen about it – I still can’t ignore them, but I no longer look like I’m doing a spastic macarena, triple-time. And I don’t scratch as much as I used to, either. These days, something always aches, burns, itches, or tingles – bug bites barely register anymore …
P.S. Radiators lost tonight. Couldn’t get their bats going. Consolation final on Saturday if the other team can field enough players.
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damn! I was pullin' for the Radiators too!