So I had this Daily Snapshot all planned out: describe the clouds (slightly grayish, with a mix of cotton-candy puff and taffy stretch), the sky (azure, sapphire, marine, etc.), even the temperature (cool, but not chilly, once I made myself think so.); then I got stung by a yellowjacket.

While admiring the fresh sky and delicious-looking clouds, a gust of wind set something tumbling from an overhanging tree into my hair. Thinking it to be a twig or leaf-part (too dense to just be a leaf), I absent-mindedly brushed it from my head, only to wonder if it was a thorn, since I felt a prick. Then I looked to my feet to see a yellowjacket stabbing the brick sidewalk repeatedly with its abdomen. Realization, and a burning sensation, slowly spread. The insect stung me just above the ring on my right hand. The ring came off quickly, and I would have been well-served if I had thought to ice my hand immediately, instead of once it started swelling, throbbing, and turning the same shade of red as the nearby dogwood trees.

I took the night off of work, and I'm attempting to type this entry one-handed, and compose an orchestral piece.

On the other hand, *ahem* now I can watch the Vice-Presidential circus debate.