• Pulsating sun.
• Middle of a drought.
• Thoughtless dolt of a Norwegian.
What do these things have in common? ME. Last Wednesday, lost in conversation on the front deck, I caught two hours of brutal solar power. Ouch.
I am tomato-gut red and very uncomfortable. Miles says that "sun-kissed" is a good look for me. Sun-kissed? Sun-fisticuffed is more like it. My scalp aches most, especially when it notices that it carries the weight of my hair.