Dry

[rejectomorph]

This summer is determined to drain me of every ounce of energy. Another surge of heat has arrived, and I think that my late summer allergies are kicking in. The spring allergies make me sneeze, and the late summer allergies make me cough. They also make my head fell as though it were filled with sand. A few more days such as this and I'll be a desiccated husk.

But the moon is full tonight, and its pleasing roundness is now rising above the eastern woods. I will go out to watch it, and hope that the wind returns to carry away whatever bits in the air are messing with my membranes. I might turn the hose on myself, too.