March 11th – 3:53pm eastern daylight time

A mosquito bit me.

It wasn’t the dusky west-nile-disease mosquito so I wasn’t worried about getting sick from the bite. Nevertheless it concerned me.  On a normal mid-March afternoon I would not be outside raking leaves.  No, I’d be under the blankets shivering in bed, watching repeats of Gilligan’s Island.

But today…I was so warm while raking that I tossed my sweatshirt over a branch.  A branch that was sunning little red buds out there in the sun.  I might have even got myself a farmer’s tan today.  Down to a t-shirt in mid-March?  That ain’t right.

Imagine how the mosquito felt.