Mozzies love me. They land so lightly I mostly don’t know they’re beginning to sting until it’s too late but you can be sure that as un-co and reflex slow as I am, if I see it – I’m going to squish it or at least swat it away.
A couple of weeks ago I said the most awful thing I’ve ever said to anyone in my entire life. I sat, actually stunned, by the foulness of and contempt within my very own words. More about that later.
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