Right on the top of my foot is the remnants of a bite I got at the last watering hole we visited on the Great Watering Holes of TX Tour '06. As soon as I was back in the car I was scratching it with the heel of my left foot. As scratching goes, I have been rather disciplined, but at two weeks later, I just want it to be gone. Now. All of my suitable enough for work shoes hit right over the top of it, too. Major sucky.
If that isn't enough, I awoke last night to two identical charlie horses in my calves, that's right, both legs simultaneously. I couldn't move and it woke eb as well. There is a distinct pain still resising and 8 hours at the desk on a Friday means rouughly 8 hours on my feel. Loverly. Really. Major sucky x2.
Perhaps I will be feeling a bit more charming at 6pm.