So I Says

For reasons that are unclear, I was designed with a particular skin tone with even more particular attributes-- dry, dermatographic, and allergic to mosquitoes. Spending the weekend in the White Mountains, I was lucky to avoid mosquito bites for most of our stay (and also avoid arduous hikes by generally being a kill joy) until literally, the last 5 minutes in the area. The waters and woods had nothing on me. But I was bitten on the car ride home. And now, the little sting has blossomed into a giant circle three and a half inches in diameter pulsating through my calf. It's made for a miserable Monday. A Monday when I had wheat thins and coffee for breakfast. A Monday that felt not quite like death-- it felt so sluggish and fatigued that it seemed incapable of taking someone's life-- more like death's second cousin. Mabel.