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The combination of heat and pine pollen has me nearly comatose. The effects of the pollen seem to get worse every year. My head feels like the Tardis: bigger on the inside than the outside, but the inside is trying to break open my skull to get out. It doesn't help that my neck is out of place again— probably in part from all the sudden violent movement occasion by pollen-induced sneezing.
But I get to go to the chiropractor and have my head yanked next Tuesday, so next week ought to be better than this week has been. I was looking forward to the cooling trend that was predicted for next week, but the forecast has been changed and the heat is now expected to continue. Indeed, the lowest high predicted in the next ten days is a mere 67 degrees. But at least only two days are expected to be in the eighties, and the highest nighttime low will be sixty. I can live with it, but I don't have to love it.
I don't know if it's just because my eyesight is getting worse, or if the pine pollen is tinging the air, but today it looked to me as though there was a touch of brown in the sky, like smog. It could well be smog. The towns in the valley keep growing, and the traffic keeps increasing, and the pollution is bound to make it into the mountains eventually. I had always hoped that it would wait until I was dead to show up here, but maybe it won't after all. Maybe I'll hedge my bets by eating more butter in hope of an early fatal heart attack. Mmmm, butter.
But I get to go to the chiropractor and have my head yanked next Tuesday, so next week ought to be better than this week has been. I was looking forward to the cooling trend that was predicted for next week, but the forecast has been changed and the heat is now expected to continue. Indeed, the lowest high predicted in the next ten days is a mere 67 degrees. But at least only two days are expected to be in the eighties, and the highest nighttime low will be sixty. I can live with it, but I don't have to love it.
I don't know if it's just because my eyesight is getting worse, or if the pine pollen is tinging the air, but today it looked to me as though there was a touch of brown in the sky, like smog. It could well be smog. The towns in the valley keep growing, and the traffic keeps increasing, and the pollution is bound to make it into the mountains eventually. I had always hoped that it would wait until I was dead to show up here, but maybe it won't after all. Maybe I'll hedge my bets by eating more butter in hope of an early fatal heart attack. Mmmm, butter.
