I drove up the coast to Ventura to visit my mom tonight. We have a weekly, standing date. As we strolled along the Harbor, after a nice seafood dinner, I detected the annoying, whiny hum of mosquito. A few moments later, I was barely able to walk, as I was desperately scratching myself like a flea-ridden dog. All in all it was still a lovely visit, but as I sat down to sketch, there was only one thing on my mind.