Mosquitoes love my blood. If there was one mosquito in town – it found me. Two life changing events made me temporarily unattractive to said misquotes. The first was when I was pregnant. I went through a whole summer without misquote bites. The second was marrying James. I thought I was the most attractive one in the relationship, but no. If there is one mosquito in town – it finds James and doesn’t pay much attention to me – until now. My biohazardous body has turned into a mosquito bar – with chemo blood on tap. Due to a rainy winter and now warmer days these little buggers have hatched and they sneak through the rift in the bedroom screen – and have a ball – on me – leaving James only for the laggers. I don’t know if they just don’t know better and die before they make their way out, or if they thoroughly enjoy a chemo buzz and come back for more. We might see a long line of expectant mosquitoes hoping to get in the VIP line tonight, but they are up for a disappointment. James spent an hour or so today sewing the screen rift with fish line. This bar is closing down.

Besides from being covered with itchy mosquito bites I’ve been in reasonably good shape today and we once more have a clean house. Yippee ki yay – I contributed with something useful today! Clean house, clean bed linen, and clean towels. I’ve always enjoyed a clean house, but never enjoyed making it clean myself. It’s evident that feeling totally useless for several days in a row, and a few hours left of an audiobook does wonders for cleaning motivation. 

None of us had to cook today. After a walk in the neighborhood (with face masks – recent new policy) we enjoyed leftovers from the wonderful dinner that Lois made for us yesterday. It was even better the next day. Thank you!