As acid on the skin

It burns! It burns!

I went swimming at a friend's pool. Cloud cover and rain would have suggested this a bad idea, except I was determined to enjoy myself. Swimming in the rain is a pleasure, by the way, unless you get electrocuted. Then I can't imagine it would be. But during the spots of only moderate cloud cover, I acquired more than my share of sun on my legs. Now there is pain.

Other shit: She's Got Balls is winding down. I expect to finish it today, fix it up and format the thing and turn it in to my editor. Then it's on to the next project. It's as yet untitled. I would imagine the appropriate words will come to me when I need them. Let's hope, shall we?

Other-er shit: I'm re-reading a book by Bronwyn Green in my free time. She has a unique ability to capture emotion and distill it into a near-tangible mist, substantiating it for the reader in new ways. Kudos Ms. Green.

Note to self: "Mia, find the aloe, apply liberally. Under no circumstances are you to wear hosiery or slacks to work today."