I am drained. From top of my head to tip of my toes, a fatique washes over me.
No, I did not run a marathon.
Instead, around this time each year when the seasons transition, I am rendered captive to my allergic reactions – running nose, sneezing, itchy eyes. The whole works.
My body immune system goes into overdrive, busy beating myself up. I am exhausted by myself and no one else. I suppose it could be funny to watch only if I have any sense of humor left.
Consequetnly, I thorw up the white flag and resort to better living through chemicals: allergy pills, nasal spray, and herbal teas are my salvations.
Wish me well. Tomorrow will be another day.
Are you suffering from seasonal allergy?
Running with Buddha 
I don’t have allergies but I know this time of year is tough.
I was in the yard today and thought I saw smoke.
Actually I had brushed up against a bush and it let off a cloud of pollen!
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Yeah Andy, it’s bad. You know how much I don’t like to run with mask. But that’s what I do now a days.
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