I dropped by and visited with Jack and Linda last evening, then cruised the lake at dusk.








The mosquitoes are terrible. You can hardly go out side at dawn and dusk. They can bite you through sweat pants. I can't let George out, he looks like a paranoid schizophrenic Mexican jumping bean when he comes in. I try to brush the bugs out of his fur, but he cries and hisses in pain. Kita even asks to come in the house.

I didn't do too much today. I did empty the composting toilet. Maybe you are right, I just might be full of "it". This afternoon was a perfect time to hang out on the screened in deck and read and do crossword puzzles.