Darren is bending his head over the kitchen sink and pouring a salty solution from a blue netty pot in one nostril; it streams out the other. Nice. Bella sits cross legged on the couch and eats strawberries, stopping occasionally to muster up a deep, rattling cough. The lady in the grocery store line in front of me turns her head away from the counter and sneezes into the air behind her...and in front of me. It's everywhere. It's in the air. Pollen count is up. Late February winds are stirring, and Mr. and Mrs. Mucous are partying like rock stars. Mardi Gras.
In spite of the fact pharmaceutical companies would like you to believe allergy/ flu season is a catastrophic event. It's no big deal.
It happens every spring, and as cold as it's been this winter, I'd say it's a sign that things are looking up!
For everything there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1
Peace. Love, Linda
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