Oh, Joy. Tomorrow Will Get Worse. Augh.

Oh, yeah . . . the breathing is very good.  That way I can suck in even more pollen!  I hate this time of the year.  I wish I could pluck my eyes out, rub them on sandpaper, and put them back in.  That might make them feel better. 🙂

The only thing I can look forward to is the first deep freeze so that all these allergens are dealt with for the season.

And it just warms my heart — not — to see “Next Day Outlook: Conditions are expected to get worse”.

Okay.  Enough of the pity party.  I’ll quit writing for the night.

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