Spring in Saint Louis

It is, by most all accounts, a most wonderful spring evening in "the Lou."

I say "by most all accounts" because, though the temperature(around 70) and breeze are fantastic, Saint Louis's recognition as the number-one allergy epicenter in the nation is, by all accounts, making itself known to me in a very personal way.

My head feels bloated and my energy level has been zapped. I feel like a thick layer of adhesive has been spread over all of my skin and eyes, allowing every airborne particle of pollen to stick, claiming imminent domain of my body. I spent the day feeling comatose. Showers help, and are required at this time of year. But the clean fades quickly when windows are open and the Mississippi humidity has it's way.

I will be moving into my own place this weekend, where I will be able to have more control of this pollen parade: closing windows, turning on the air-conditioner, keeping the outside elements out. I am currently staying with a friend, and don't have the pleasure of these things.

I have a love/hate relationship with this time of year. It really is incredibly colorful and nice out. If it were not for the damn pollen...

May Be Too Hot, Maybe

17 April 2008
Thursday

I'm at the office, waiting for something to download on my computer. Bored and hot, I have nothing to say. Isn't that what blogging is all about? Sharing your every nothing with everyone that wants to read?

It is an awesome spring day outside. Sunny and 75 degrees, cool breeze, sweet smells. But I'm stuck in the office where it is stuffy and hot. I finally got up the nerve to check the thermostat, which up until this point, unspoken but known, has been off limits. Our office manager would freak out if he knew I turned it down below the regulation temperature which, given the layer of sweat that has my shirt stuck to my back, is apparently that of Houston asphalt.

I guess there is know real good reason to feel sorry for myself. I have a great job really. I honestly love my boss. I say that without cynicism or with the type of delivery one might expect from those coffee mugs given to people's bosses to kiss up, brown-nose, or gain the bosses favor, maybe on "Bosses Day," that new "holiday" that comes around once a year.

No, my boss is really quite great. And as much as I like to be in her favor, I'm sure I often disappoint. And if she saw me wasting time now, writing this to you (who are you?), well...
I don't know.

So the office manager is back. Maybe he won't notice that the office is actually cooling off to a reasonable working temperature. Maybe I will finish up my work now. Maybe, maybe, maybe.