While not perfectly mirrorlike, the weather is following the pattern of the evening before, very still, and edging toward high heat. BUT only five mosquito bites in a little over five minutes, so there is improvement.
Watching the Kentucky Derby at Dinghy Dock, which seems to be turning into an unplanned tradition for a handful of us, would have looked pretty funny to a Martian...chatting, drinking betting, spraying on poison and swatting the heck out of ourselves and each other "Excuse me, there's one on your forehead/cheek/neck/arm/back *whap!*. "No, thanks! Really, that could have been the dengue one!"
But there were no Martians, and no Tourists, and no matter who anyone bet on, Street Sense's move to the front was so spectacular (and a certain mimic's imitation of the jockey's first words was so hysterical - try doing a strong Cajan accept while crying) that we may have frightened a few mosquitos away with the shouting and laughing.
I know better than to ask for a breeze at this time of year, so poison fragrance will again be the theme of the day.
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