There was just enough of a breeze today to kick my allergies up a notch. And here I was thinking that the only good thing about July is the weather. Lately, though, it doesnít seem to matter whatís blowing outside, because Iím sneezing my head off inside pretty much every day. I actually tried to make an appointment with my doctor online today, but the Giant HMO directed me to other doctors at inconvenient times. So I guess Iím going to have to do the one thing I donít want to do. Iím going to have to (shudder) make a phone call. I think Iíd rather sneeze.
As a result of all this, Iím not keeping up with the yard work very well. In fact, I havenít been out since I wheeled the empty yard waste container back in from the road Friday morning. Well, I guess thatís only three days that Iíve been lazy, but this week doesnít hold much promise, with a holiday smack in the middle of it. That means that I have to get five daysí work done in four. (Actually, it doesnít mean that at all, because there are still seven days in the week, and I managed to use at least half of my Sunday getting a head start.)
I donít know if itís allergy-related or (more likely) sleep related, but I seem to be running into furniture more and more these days. And not on purpose, either! Because when a piece of furniture needs to feel my mighty wrath, it knows it. But no, Iíve just been doing things like tripping over the end table and spilling Dr. Pepper all over the carpet and my recliner. (I switched to water after that happened, just in case.) I wouldnít even bring it up, but it happened twice yesterday, just as I was about to sit and finish my book. Suddenly I couldnít sit, but at least I didnít spill on the book.
By the way, that stuff does not come up out of a white carpet very well. Iím running out of things to put over the stains. My living room is starting to look like an obstacle course.