Allergies. Tree, weed and grass allergies. They threaten to turn into colds and bronchitis, but the main treachery is the woozy head. That ideas, sentences and decisions come out of me but I am not the one making them. Hate that feeling of not being in control while things miraculously get done (for varying values of “done”). Wonder if psychologists have studied these different states of being of a person in whom histamines and their enemies engage in battle.
Hey, at least, I’m not coughing like a dog any more.
Whoops, spoke to soon. Here comes another attack. Welcome back to a normal spring in the South.