… That beautiful, welcome things like spring warmth and beautiful trees make me feel so miserable? The pollen count is on its annual climb, and right now, my eyes are itchy, my throat is scratchy, and I am oh-so-sleepy. I suppose I should be grateful – this year I finally recognized my allergy symptoms coming on and started taking Claritin before I was hopelessly congested – but it’s hard to find gratitude when I feel like I’ve swallowed sand.
Ah, well. I’ll take comfort that I’ve got the window open tonight (I know, an allergy no-no) and it’s warm enough for me to be sitting on the couch in a tank top. It’s a bit jarring to have gone from unseasonable cold to unseasonable heat, but it’s supposed to even out to normal spring by the end of the week. Before it does, though, I’ll have an 80-degree day off for my birthday, which is not terrible. At all.
Maybe I’ve got more gratitude in me than I think, because yeah… I appreciate the hell out of that.