Allergy season

Just spent the second half of this three-day weekend with some friends in the Deep Woods of the southern reaches of the Poconos, and my allergies are in full swing. Getting to sleep is an interesting ritual of carefully-timed Benadryl and almost continuous noseblowing. Still, I woke up this morning, which is always a good sign.

A stuffed-up, runny nose, watery, burning eyes and an itching deep in my skull? Over a million people on the Gulf Coast alone would gladly trade places with me right now, as would about 5.99 billion of the 6 billion people on Earth if they knew what was good for them. I've got nothing to complain about.