Blech

I think environmental allergies in Austin are like the Borg in Star Trek.

You will be assimilated.

Resistance is futile.

I dodged the bullet for a few years, but it's official, folks. Vanessa, who knows a thing or two about allergies, has diagnosed me with oak allergy. Which is kind of a problem since our entire back yard is dominated by a monster oak tree. But would explain the sniffly nose, the watery eyes, the daily headache, the constant yawning, despite earlier cup of coffee to address the aforementioned headache (it didn't work).

Argh! And it's such a beautiful day, too! My friend Randolph, who brings his kids to our Spanish class, gave me this highly informative tour of my own garden, highlighting all the weeds I couldn't identify. And I stood out under the oak tree chatting with Vanessa while she pushed Benjamin on our swing. And we went back to Bull Creek this morning to find another letterbox (no, I'm not obsessed with this letterboxing thing, why do you ask?). And it was all so lovely and nature-ific, except that I now feel as energetic as a bowl of cold oatmeal.

Why thank you Jeeves, yes, I would like some cheese with that whine.