Is that why you're crying?

Get out of the grass?

Nature has started its assault on us. If I leave the house, it has to be in a bubble, which soon  becomes hazy and difficult to see in.

The cat got let out of the bag and everyone at work knows I'll be leaving them. Yesterday, a small group of us  had a little sentimental moment and someone asks me, "Is that why you're crying?"

I said, "No, I'm always crying."  

Not even a 40 count bottle of Zyrtec can stop the water.

Tomorrow moderate oak pollen. Geez.