Saturday, January 21, 2012

It's That Time Again . . .

I spent the morning reminding myself how much of a hassle it is to change my car's fuel filter and nearly dropping the Hot Rod off its jackstands, then we went out to my dad's house and dragged "cedar" clippings down to the burn pile. Later in the evening, I was helping get his boxes of Christmas decorations into the attic and I was blowing and puffing like I'd been running. I thought it was a long time since I felt this way, and sure 'nuff I guess it's that time of year again:



The trees are pretty, but oy! A head-asploding amount of pseudoephedrine later, and I'm feeling much better. Thanks God for modern chemistry.

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