Springtime. The days are finally warm, the flowers are blooming, *sniff*, de grass ib green, *blow*, by dose ib runnig...

I spent the whole day inside, looking forward to the time at twilight when I go out to feed my horses. I'm not gone five minutes and my poor nose is running so fast *I* certainly can't catch it. I wake up at three o'clock in the morning to blow my nose. I don't DARE smell roses, or anything else for that matter, for fear of starting a chain reaction of sneezes. I've been taking so much allergy bedication id scares be...

What do I do? Suffer, I guess. At least until I can afford a trip to Arizona.

La "Come out with your hands up! We've got you surrounded!" "No! NO! Not the grass!!" Zorra