Another tick bite. Damn. This time playing tennis. Or at least I think from walking to the tennis court and brushing some overgrown shrubs on the path. Damn. Sometimes years go by without a bite. But I only get them when I am in the woods or crawling through tall grasses on my stomach. Here I just go for a stroll to the court to practice. And it’s only been three weeks since I stopped taking the doxycycline pills to ward off Lyme disease from the last tick that kissed me and sucked me like a mini-vampire.

Is this some new strategy my opponents have initiated to beat me even worse than before? I am back on the pill.