I have decided to stick with the tactic of becoming nocturnal. In the wee hours of this morning, I managed to get a lot of work done. Then, the sun came up and the pollen made my eyes itch.
Then, I slept all day. (Ok, until mid-afternoon. Perhaps that isn’t all day.)
Today the pollen count is 6.6. It’s not a good number for me, but could be much worse. Anything that close to 7 makes me ill.
The good news, and the bad news, is that the rains continue. Rain washes the pollen out of the air – and that is extremely good news. Rain also makes my arthritic joints hurt – and that is the bad news. Today, it has been raining on and off, so I am in this unique form of misery that likely does not affect anyone else in quite the same way.
In addition, I’ve got some symptoms that indicate that I am, in fact, sick. The “bug” my husband has nearly fought off has jumped to me. This is unsurprising, because my immune system is weak and I catch everything.