Weeds are poking through the gravel in the back half of the back yard, and will soon be adding their bit to the air. I'm inundated with sidestream plant spooge. Bees should be gathering this stuff up, but I see none. The season is disarranged. A possibility of rain later this week has steadily been reduced, and now is gone. There will be nothing to wash the air. The nights are still expected to be chilly despite the mild days. I feel like sleeping again, but it's too soon. I'd make some tea, but that would probably keep me awake too late.
It's a good thing I've laid in a fresh supply of tissues. I'm sneezing a lot. Sneeziest St. Patrick's Day ever.
