Spring keeps on a-springin’ in these parts, and maybe where you are, too.
If it’s not, well … I probably shouldn’t tell you that today’s high in the Duke City is expected to hit 72 degrees, with abundant sunshine. And it might be a week before we see any precipitation.
The downside of all this explosive warmth and growth is, of course, pollen.
Mullberry, cottonwood, ash, juniper, maple … seems damn’ near everything is making whoopee. Except for those of us with (snork) allergies.
This is no time to have allergies and voices in your head, believe you me. Every tickle in the throat, every sneeze, every bout of fatigue sets ’em to yelling like talking heads on cable TV.
“Can you make a biohazard suit out of an old shower curtain, duct tape, and a goldfish bowl?”
“Where are my oven mitts and barbecue tongs? I want to fetch the mail, see if my Plague Check is here yet.”
“I don’t care if we are out of toilet paper, quit wiping your butt with my Kleenex!”