I caught up on a lot of work yesterday so I took Loki outside for his business and decided to join him by lying on our lounger and reading Harry Potter. I didn’t think I’d be out long, but the book pulled me in and an hour later I went inside. My chest was a bit toasty (I’d taken off my shirt to get some sun — my monitor tan just wasn’t as sexy as I’d hoped) but no real red.
Then at 4, Paul B. & I went to Cheam Golf’s “Men’s Night” and golfed a round. Again, in the direct sun. By the end of it I could feel that “you are burned” feeling on my chest. When I got home to check it it was all over my front and pretty bad. But thanks to that 1/8th Inuit blood I normally just go brown the next day, which I boastfully announced to Mel when she looked worried at me.
It’s the next day, and I’m still red. Ouch. Thank nature’s myriad evolutionary possibilities for aloe vera!
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