… and it is oak pollen.
There is fine yellow dusting covering our cars, trash cans, driveway, and, in fact, my mood. Spring has showered gorgeous flowers and weather upon is, and now she is exacting her payment.
I cannot breathe. I cannot think straight. My head is going to explode, and I’m about ready to claw out my throat, ears and eyes.
I thought maybe some comfort food, in the way of Blue Yonder’s “Drunk and Ugly Biscuits” would help (buttermilk biscuits made with a splash of beer). Maybe I’ll pass on that recipe later this week.
And some spinach and ham quiche(known in these parts as “Eggie Pie”) too.
Nothing tastes good though.
So I went to bed early (thank you Papa) and watched a movie on the computer. The Hours.
Note to self: when you are already in a dark and twisty, “I can’t breath” sort of mood, a movie where everyone cries, contemplates suicide and/or walking away from their families, does not help matters.
NyQuil, how I love thee.