The Golden Years?

So far second year of fellowship is awesome.  I don't have much weeknight call - none at all in July, and so last night, on what would traditionally have bee the night I would have come home from work late and been on call and getting paged all night, Dave and I celebrated.
We sat on the deck, enjoying our new patio furniture, listening to the planes overhead and watching the fireflies blink.  We talked about truly deep aspects of our lives like tiki torches and Nathan's delight in his pint sized deck chair.
It was wonderful.
I do have one complaint though.
This morning I have itchy mosquito bites. 
I never got mosquito bites as a first year fellow.