Thoughts

I do not spend much time at the beach, I cannot even say that in recent years I average one trip per year. I did, however, happen to go on Sunday. Ok, so the piece of property termed "beach" was probably a 50ft piece of waterfront on which they dumped a bunch of sand they bought at Home Depot, but that is not important.

I am sure you can guess then, how much time I generally spend with my shirt off in the sun...none. So, having done this on Sunday I needed to be VERY careful in the application of sun block. Needed to be. Wasn't.

The brilliant shade of pink that certain areas of my torso have now turned, though convenient when I need to find something in the dark, have become quite itchy.

It is like one giant mosquito bite. I was fine for most of the morning because I did not touch it. Something has recently set it off and now I am powerless against it. Having such a constant, nagging itch is not pleasant. Nor is it easy to explain to coworkers who happen past at those "awkward" moments.