This is exactly how I feel today.
We had a fantastic time in Vermont - lots of great friends and family about. Got to spend time with some of the most wonderful people in our lives.
But I forgot one cardinal rule about me being in the Green Mountain State. Wear kevlar.
You'd think being as far north as we were, carnivorous bugs would be the least of our worries.
But, alas. It isn't so.
Mosquitoes, black flies and deer flies. These ravenous critters abound.
And I am their filet mignon. Their smorgasboard. Their $5.99 all-you-can eat buffet on the Vegas strip. There's something magical about my chemistry that brings 'em from all over the state.
I thought I was being cautious, but to no avail. I am covered in bumps and bites and lumps. I am itching like a madman and my limbs look like I've been hit with scattershot from a shotgun.
Not to mention, I came back to a full plate of work stuff.
I want nothing more right now than to crawl into bed with my tube of Benadryl cream and whimper softly.