Happy first day of Spring.
Unless, of course, you are an (ah-choo!) allergy sufferer. Snurk.
The first flower I took note of this morning was a wad of Kleenex in my hand. Then I saw the other.
I’ll spare you the first.
Honnnnnnnnk. Snorf. Fwah.
Equinoxious
Mad Blog Media 
Kleenex is nice. The title of this post is better. Chapeau!
The situation is much the same down here.
Oy. It started last night, and then this morning, when I tumbled out of bed, my snout started running like a broken water main. I may be compelled to take drugs.
How do you get your Kleenex to dance?
You put a little boogie in it.
Its been a horrid winter. Pandemic. No snow to speak of. Might as well send Old Man Winter home.
The forecast calls for windy through the next few days and then … snow on Wednesday? Who’s running this outfit?
The 20” we got last weekend? Already 80% melted, and everything is mush. Great news if you’re in agriculture. But the trails are off limits until things dry out
Everyone up here is complaining about snow clearance ops, but being so dry and sunny, Mother Nature had the roads cleared within 48 hours. The city actually had 100% of bike paths, to include parks, by yesterday. You really gotta try hard to find something to nitpick about. Like, in some of the crowded developments, you’re kinda screwed if your driveway faces northwest. You can roller skate in shorts down the sunny side of the street, while you need to do a Tenzing Norgay impersonation to walk down the opposite side of the same street. But you can’t expect the city to build a map that accounts for that. And yet, that’s where we are.
Sniffles is how it starts, and then you think it may be something worse when it gets bad. You may be right.
now how would a yorkshireman
consider this plague
he’d be glad and be grateful
for the catch in his bag
all yer complain’s about death
when you should be thinkin’
only just of yourself
and how would a yorkshireman
who lives in a hole (in the road)
be better, nay prosper
by this mortal toll
be happy ye yorkshiremen
you know well as I
that antivaxers will be happy to die
More booty for you
you can move from the road
from the box and the hovel
and live on high road
Man, I love that Four Yorkshiremen bit. “Well, o’ course, we had it tough. …”
Yeah. Amazing I survived the five loads of 00 buck to the chest I took after getting home late from school. Plus, after I got shot, I had to mow the acre of lawn with a scissors.
Oy. Same shit, different day. S2D2.
https://www.pollen.com/forecast/current/pollen/85635
Samey same up to here, Bubba. The explosive sneezes, the itchy eyes, the fatigue. Hell, I slept until 7 a.m. this morning. I never do that.