Twilight. Huntsville, AL. November 2017.
I have what I like to call an annual Thanksgiving sinus infection. Every year, around and through Thanksgiving, without fail, there is a nasty sinus infection to deal with. I thought this year I had escaped the curse, because I had no symptoms leading up to this catastrophe (except unexplained exhaustion). But no. Last night, out of nowhere, my allergies exploded with an intensity I couldn’t deal with on my own.
I was forced to take allergy meds, and I hate to do that close to bedtime. Anytime I take allergy meds close to bedtime means I wake up stopped up beyond belief, which is exactly what happened. AND my throat is on fire, which does not bode well for me speaking to people today. And me speaking to people today does not bode well for me being able to medicate and heal from this crud before my busiest work week of the year.
At least I do have the weekend off to try to get better.
Songs for the day and photographs will return when I can think straight.