Morning all, I am puffy and stuffy and glaring at the coating of yellow blanketing everything from the tree pollen this morning. I thought we were through but apparently there is an encore. Fun. But the writing is going well. So that is something. I hate to say this but I almost write better when I feel bad because it is a way to escape my body and move straight into my brain. Not that I want this to continue, but at least there is a benefit of this year’s extended allergy season. And yes this is me looking for the bright spot hidden in the antihistamine tablets.
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Ten til Midnight 