Now that it is summertime in merry ole Virginia (when it is 85+ degrees I call that summertime), the ritual of nose-blowing and deep chest coughing has begun. I really sound like I’ve just spent the last 48 hours on a bender at the local pub smoking packs of PallMalls one right after the other and quaffing down pint after pint. Now you may think that the whole allergy to nearly every tree that is sending out leaves would get me down, but that is not true. I know that it would be mighty smart of me to retreat into the house and hide behind the closed window air-conditioned goodness but, nay, I say. I like to think of me spending nearly every hour of the day outside on one of the best weather weekends of the year as time well spent. I like to think (no matter how wrongly) that I’m actually doing my allergies a favor by exposing them to every known trigger so that one day I may actually get over it.
The whole being able to breathe thing is vastly overrated and so what if I’m exhausted by 10:30am because of the effort I’m putting forth blowing my nose and coughing up my left lung.
The nifty thing? I have not one but two classes to teach on Thursday. I can’t wait to drag myself to Northern Virginia at the crack of ass and then talk all day. Happy Happy Joy Joy!
I had a similar theory about trying to improve my rather impressive nearsightedness. I tried walking around with one eye closed to try and force the other one to get “stronger.” Alas, there has been no noticeable improvement thus far.