Allergy season is upon us all. Today was one of the worst days so far. I ran from the house to the car this morning. I had to take Rusty to the groomer on my way to work. While I was driving down 5th Street, I had a stream of violent sneezes. I almost put my back out! Then my nose began running like a faucet. I realized I didn't have a handkerchief.
I dropped Rusty off, then went back home to get a hanky, take my inhalers again and popped a Suda-fed to stop my nose from running.
Then they opened the door at the cottage because it was such a nice day and the residents wanted to go outside.
Why am I so cursed?
I can only enjoy the outdoors from the indoors.
And spring is so lovely around here. Our flowering trees were beautiful.
And now the azaleas are blooming.
Oh well... I was never sympathetic with Henry when we were growing up. He would sneeze and sniff all day long and all I could say was, "STOP SNIFFING!" I did not have any sympathy.
So my mom's adage, "If you are not sympathetic, God will make you empathetic," was proven once again.