What does cause my brain to explode are dealing with the various and sundry bug stings and bites I routinely receive. A few days ago, I was stung not just once, but twice, on my upper shoulder by either a bee or a wasp. The flying reign of terror hitchhiked a ride onto my sweater and when I put my sweater on, the assault began. I don't care what they say - bug toxin packs a punch. I may have been hallucinating when I drafted the last few posts. All the better.
As a wrap-up to this celebration of writing and cheese (a nod to the cheese-loving hosts of the past month's writing challenge), one last image from my 1950 Favorite Recipes book.
Icebox Cheese Torte - 100% nom nom nom.