From the flu to near sunstroke

Hard on the heels of the flu, I get one of the worst sunburns in years yesterday; pasty white boys of Irish decent are not meant to stand outside in the bright June sun. It wouldn't be so bad if the burn wasn't heavier on my right side than my left. I looked like Richard Dreyfuss in Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

I feel a sudden urge to sculpt.