When I got to the church this morning, I was already feeling slow and groggy. I said hello to Linda, the church administrator, then said, “How are your allergies this morning?”
“Horrible!” she said. “It feels like there’s a little man in there (she pointed to her sinuses) trying to push my eyeballs out.”
“It’s really bad, isn’t it?” I said. “I can barely breathe.”
“It was those two warm days,” she said. “Every tree decided it’s the time to get rid of their pollen all at once.”
Warm spring days may be nice and all — but right now I’m longing for a nice cold snap, followed by a cold, heavy rain.