Spring time

 I have two, maybe three, hours of data analysis left to complete before I can turn in my last paper for grad school and be OFFICIALLY DONE. Me being me, I can't stay in my home for more than an hour or so without finding something that needs to be done. It has been awhile since I rotated the canned goods in my pantry, ya know. So I rode my bike over to the public library this afternoon to get some work done here. The kids section is always less crowded (when story time is over at least) and has much better booths than the rest of the library, so I settled in here to get to work.  

I have horrible seasonal allergies. Horrible. My eyes will swell shut without a moment's notice (hence the bike rather than the car) and I go nowhere without bringing my inhaler, a box of kleenex (yes, a whole box, not a little pocket package) and an extra dosage of antihistamine. Yes, mother of three over there who won't stop glaring at me, and your friend with two kids, I'm sneezing. I'm coughing. But if you'd come a little closer you'd see my eyes are bloodshot and my legs are covered in welts everywhere a little piece of grass touched me on the way over here. 

I DON'T HAVE SWINE FLU! 

If it weren't for the quiet signs on the wall, I'd stand up and yell it. Instead, I'll sit here quietly and continue my sneezing while I work.