Ragweed

My father always said he could tell when the day was September 17, since he would feel miserable, be sneezy, and generally experience malaise thanks to ragweed season.

For me, that date this year was September 16.  By Wednesday evening I was miserable.  The misery has only increased, although today does seem somewhat better.

Here’s why: three days ago that red blotch was smack over Saint Louis!

Thee

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