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...