4th day of allergic sniffle-snuffle tearstreamingTM, all while sitting inside the house.
Yet ANOTHER annoying thing about this quarantine is that if I’m gonna swell enough to look like the Claymation version of myself, I’d like to be able to be out in the pollen-swept airs of spring. Even if it made me worse, at least I’d be able to touch the new leaves and the rising saps. Pfeh.
Not gonna go out, of course. Claritin and me are gonna be BFFs for the next little while, and I think I can convince myself I’m not gonna die and there’s gonna be another spring.
Now if only other people in this world didn’t struggle to make that less likely for our more vulnerable populations. grr.