Almost as much as I do.

Putting out the last 3 sections of dock was chilly work—it was sunny, of course, but with a bit of a breeze, and the water was still cold. By the time we were done my fingers could feel nothing but some kind of vibration. To recover from what might have been hypothermia I went up to the driveway and sat in my truck (parked in full sun on the upper driveway).

As I was slowly toasting my torso in the truck I watched multitudes of horseflies buzzing around outside it. Most would come in close and then bounce, bounce, bounce over the shimmering black surface, and then blast off like Roman candles. Some would actually land, cook a bit, and then launch into what I presume was some kind of sexual frenzy.

Some like it hot, but normally not me. Today, however, after dock work, I felt like a horsefly.