The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly of the Holidays

Christmas was wonderful. Nothing more need be said.

The day after Christmas, I wore capris and a short-sleeved shirt to stroll the Riverwalk in San Antonio:

It was good.

Just as we were about to leave San Antonio, I felt a stiff breeze blow a bunch of dust or something into my eyes. My eyes felt gunky the whole way home and things escalated with itchy watery eyes and a sneezing runny nose until I realized. That was no dust. My winter allergy season had begun with a bang. My symptoms basically haven't stopped since.

It's been bad.

After a couple of days almost back to a "normal" routine, we had New Year's. I holed up inside the house too afraid of outdoor pollen counts to even think about taking down the Christmas lights while M did some maintenance work on our sedan. It took him two and a half days, but in the end he changed the timing belt and a few other parts on the car:

It was ugly.

But all's well that ends well.

So why can't my allergies just, well, end already, okay? I hate wearing my glasses all the time when my eyes go crazy. Scott's hobby is poking the middle of the lenses right after I clean them. And did I mention that I'm a prisoner in my own home? It's hard to have much dignity when you are afraid to take your garbage out to the curb for fear of an allergy attack, let alone walk down the street to check the mail. Next thing you know I'll be answering the front door with a gas mask on.

Hmmm, that might be a good trick for scaring off solicitors...