I ran tonight and then upon my return home, I did my customary cool-down-in-the-back-yard-with-a-glass-of-water-and-some-almonds and I got CHOMPED by mosquitos. I counted 8 on me biting at once. Ridiculous! The thing about it is, if I had been out there with a dozen people, I’d have been the only one getting bitten. Mosquitos LOVE me. I don’t know why. Maybe I give off lots of CO2 or something. I was sweating like a pig, so maybe they liked the moisture. But even under ideal conditions, if Maryellen and I are sitting outside together, I’ll attract the mosquitos and they’ll leave her alone. That frustrates me. Bad skeeters….BAD!!