Now I need a cure for chiggers. I got one of the buggers on my ankle (wasn't poison ivy after all--that's what I had on my arm). I'm a walking advertisement [not] for "move to Texas." Sunburn, prickly heat, bugs and poisonus plants. Ah, summer!

Maybe Gluon would like to come visit with my wunderdawg in that buggy back yard. She needs to burn some energy and it sounds like Gluon can convert it if anyone can. Visualize a twin-bed sized dacron comforter. With much of the stuffing now removed, a bite at a time, by a bored dog. Got that? It looks like Santa was mugged back here, whiskers everywhere. Now imagine the canine gets the idea she's Gluon, and can fly. Every flying dog needs a cape, right? The comforter has been downsized enough over the past weeks that when she charges through the yard it streams behind her as she races across the lawn, dodging trees, the birdbath, and strafing a couple of shrubs. It is a sight to behold! Gluon would love it here. The invitation is always open (daylight hours only, please).