I’m not saying I don’t like spring. I do. But every year (seemingly) around this time of year, I’m hit with your typical spring allergies. I cough, my nose runs, I feel somewhat miserable. Familiar story, I’m sure.
Except, in my case, every year it turns out that it isn’t allergies after all. I don’t have allergies (well, not to airborne stuff). Instead, I have a cold. This is some kind of stealth cold that doesn’t seem like a cold until I’m four days into it. The cold sneakily convinces me every year that, of course, I’ve developed seasonal allergies.
Now, time for some soup. snif
In other news: I retired my sister’s blog today. Last post was in February, three posts total.