I am so itchy. It's all I can think about and, apparently, all I can draw. I try not to be afraid of going outside at our house but I can't help it. I step out the front door, book in hand, and I get swarmed! For some reason they never bite anyone else as often or voraciously as they bite me. Life can be a bit of a nightmare when I am itchy. Cranky would be an understatement. I definitely had to apologize to Jay twice yesterday for being a raving nutcase.