I’m walking around like a zombie. With my mind befuddled, from antihistamines. my eyes are bloodshot. I’m grateful to have made it back home ahead of a cloudburst this morning.
There will be no outdoor activities today. I needed a respite, anyway. There was a price to be paid for yard work all day yesterday. Two weeks ago, it was still below freezing. Pardon me, while I sneeze.
My thoughts are drifting today, like pollen in the breeze. Long term blog stats–while important, are sometimes a mystery. In particular, my post with the most views, (906), has had only seven likes in almost three years.
“Beldar Conehead and the Language Police,” has been compelling enough to read, but not enough to like. I wish there were a dislike button. Readers could disagree if they wanted–I wouldn’t object. Like it/don’t like it–I would like to know.
I expressed disdain for political correctness, in this post, as it applied to descriptive speech. I failed to mention my hatred of history revisionism. History should stand for what it was–ugly or not.
From scathing commentary, read on the net, about a variety of topics–people can’t be afraid of the PC police. Character assassination and bad taste seem to flow freely.
Regarding pollen and allergies–would a beekeeper’s hat with netting work when doing yard work? The heck with looking ridiculous–if it worked; I’d try it. Perhaps, in the process, spawning a new fashion trend–“Beekeeper Chic?”