After I finished the dishes last night, gave the girls a bath, and put them down to sleep...I stole outside to ride my bike in the last few minutes of daylight.
Kenneth had found one of his favorite shows on TV and Bentley was happy to watch it from behind his eyelids. It was a funny show, but I decided to go outside and get a few minutes of fresh air.
That "fresh air" turned into a rush of hot swampy-flavored air as I pressed my gears lower so I could push faster through the clouds of mosquitoes. They slapped me on the skin--or perhaps I should say, I bulldozed through them--as I chose to make myself too fast of a moving target to get bitten.
It worked. I came back 20 minutes later without a bite, winded, and shaky on my legs, but totally refreshed. The smile on my face made me think I should do that more often.
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