Good Morning or Good Night--Not Sure Anymore.
We are now in daylight savings time which last all but four months. Yet, the four months that we don't observe daylight savings time is called standard time. Shouldn't it be the other way around? These are questions that I ask myself and apparently you as well due to my lack of sleep.
As spring approaches, my allergies are in spring training and each night they are working on their ability to drain massive amounts of yuk and gunk down my throat as I try to sleep.
My poor wife is worse off than me. She has a history of sinus problems and this year has been the worst on record for us. We look so bad that "Walking Dead" producers wanted us for zombie extras and were willing to forgo the six hours of makeup needed to look so bad.
This leaves our home life, and any other life at home, rather bleak. You may recall that I undertook a large project of rehabbing a house that I bought up on Lake Lanier. Over the past few months, I have spent countless hours and countless money getting the house to be a home. My special project this month is replacing the septic system, head to toe, so that all the bad stuff we get rid of, doesn't come back to visit.
Even as I speak and you read, I await the sacred permit and my contractor eagerly anticipates his payday. I have a new-found appreciation for toilets that work and showers that drain. I joined the Y just for the ten-minute luxury of a whirlpool and another in the shower.
I did creep the guys out by my loud "Whoooo-haaaaaa!" in the shower however I promised to keep quiet and the staff promised to drop the restraining order. Good times.
I had the horrible thought that perhaps this house was making me sick. You see, it was built a long time ago based on the dinosaur eggs in the back yard. I doubt that it was the house since I have essentially replaced it from the ground up.I also doubt it was the house that caused this problem becuase I don't want it to be the house that caused this problem!
According to the doctor, the offices and ER's are full of sinus-related patients who, like my wife, are suffering the coughing and just miserable feeling. I'm not sure of where my pain originated because this weekend for example, I landscaped with outside bricks and large squares of landscaping tiles to lay down a walkway to the house so I'm not sure of the origin of my pain but I know that pain exists all over. I never knew your nose hairs could ache.
So, as we hit the spring and the anticipation of "going green" with pollen clogging our very souls, take heart in the fact that--uh,.........uh, wait, it's something......uh, oh forget it!
I Forgot what I was going to say.
Oh man, I need some sleep.