My head hurts.
My feet stink.
And I don't love Jesus.
All true today; most true most days.
Allergy season is upon us. I don't understand how my head can be aching and clogged as my nose runs like a faucet without discretion. Doesn't it come from someplace that it empties?
I wake each morning with a sore throat that lasts half the day.
At least my asthma hasn't kicked in yet. When grass season is fully upon us, I will be sleeping in the standard upright position for a month. Just see how cranky I am then!
I do love the fall. Ahem.
Silver lining: at least I largely get over on the spring.
2 comments:
Same problems here. I wish it would rain. That would help out quite a bit.
Yeah, nothing like wishing for the remnants of a hurricane.
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