I’m coming down with it, whatever the sinus-driven, allergy death mojo of the day is. The Yankee got it last week — she was fine when she got on her bike and then after a short ride she was feeling less than her normal best self. And that continued for several days before her medicine took hold.
Me, I got home from my weekend visit to see grandparents, stood outside for about 10 minutes to rinse the bird souvenirs off of my car and came inside feeling it too. So I’m telling myself these are Tennessee Valley allergens, which means I could flush them out of my system soon now that I’m back on the plain.
Otherwise, I have developed local allergies and that would be no good.
The good news is that this seems mostly confined to the region between the third rib and the nasal cavity. The bad news is that I’d rather have pretty much any other part of me not feeling well.
The upside is that it gave me the opportunity to not only listen to, but live this song:
But, I mowed the lawn today. I trimmed back a tree. I took this picture of Allie:
Did some other things. Felt my head swim. Started taking sinus and allergy pills myself. Life is grand.
Adam came over for dinner, and then we all ventured out to the new Dunkin Donuts. It opened today! And it closed this evening. So they aren’t 24-hours yet, after all.
If they were worn out on the first day, this doesn’t bode well. (I’m sure they’ll be fine.)
Finally, if you ignore the reporter, this is the best story you’ll watch all day:
