I love seeing crocuses because it means that winter is almost over. It seems like all of the crocuses that I've seen so far this year have been purple, with the exception of a couple of little white ones that obviously don't know their place. I think there's an order to it all. (There must be, if Intelligent Design is to be believed.) I didn't even notice the color order thing until a couple of years ago when it was brought to my attention. Love that.
Two night ago, I was woken up no less than fifteen times by Fred pushing on my shoulder. I had no idea what he was doing until I got up the next morning and I realized that I must have been snoring. I do that when it's allergy time. The next day, I bought some pills (Allegra) and took one. I'm a big proponent of medication to ease life's little troubles. This allergy thing comes and goes. Some years it's terrible and some years I don't even notice it. Right now, I'm a little congested, my ears are a little itchy, and I have a sore throat from post nasal drip and all the crap that keeps collecting back there. I'll be glad when the pills kick in.
So it's good that winter is almost over. I guess a sore throat and itchy ears is a small price to pay for the promise of some sun.

I'm looking forward to more flowers in the coming months. And I'm looking forward to quitting sniping about the gray weather. I used to love the gray. I've just been really feeling it this year. And then I read about a book called Spent on Gwenyth Paltrow's new website. (That's what clicking link after link will get you.) In one issue of her newsletter, she writes about what it means to be/have "spent." I think I've got The Spent. (Since it's not a real disease, I figure I can self-diagnose.)
I think I might go to bed early this evening. Tomorrow is my first day back at work and those students of mine spend me without even trying. And with all this snot production, I'm already running less efficiently than I would like.
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