When I went out to feed the feral kitties this evening I got my first mosquito bite of the season. It's on a bony part of my forehead and it really itches. I have to try not to scratch it. There still might be some ointment I could put on it but I can't find it. Spring and summer things get lost over the winter. Winter things tend to be large— extra blankets and heavy coats and such— so they tend not to get lost over the summer. That makes autumn a bit easier to deal with than spring. That, and the absence of mosquitoes.
But spring is still enjoyable. It's so nice to have fresh air in the house all day, pollen-laced or not. It's nice not to have to raise the setting on the thermostat when I take a shower (and remember to turn it back down afterward.) It's nice to sleep without a heavy blanket weighing me down. And it's nice that the evenings still get cool enough that I can use the oven without worrying about having the house overheated all night. Baked potatoes! I'm going to have one tonight, with lots of butter.
Today was the 108th anniversary of the great San Francisco earthquake. Once again Californians celebrated by not having another. We're really on not a roll.