I was going to post something profound, witty and life-altering today, but I find myself barely able to function this evening, much less dole out gems of wisdom to the masses.
You see, it’s sunflower season.
Sunflowers are one of my top three favorite flowers. They’re majestic, stately, yet beautiful. I drive by a field full and I want to just stop and stare for hours.
However, right now, I am cursing their existence as I sit here with my eyes swollen half shut, my throat feeling like it’s starting to close up, wiping the continuous dripping faucets that used to be my nose and eyes and now feeling the beginnings of a nasty headache.
I used to be allergic to just about everything on the planet. Then, somehow, in the past year or so I dropped just about every allergy I ever had, according to my doctor.
Except for sunflowers and their close relatives. Of course.
So. I have nothing profound or life-changing to share today.
Unless you want to hear tips on how to most effectively keep a Kleenex shoved up your nose…
Didn’t think so.
Oh, and just so you know how truly miserable I am, I’m headed to bed now. At 11 p.m.
Yes, it’s that bad.
