Anya is sick. Again. With the wildfires we had in SoCal this year followed by a good run of rain, we're having an intense bloom with tremendous amounts of particulates and pollen swirling about. Thus, my little person is not doing so well. She's spent most of the day clinging to either me or Mark, trying to breathe around her very snotty nose. I have my very own sore throat and itchy eyes to match but am, luckily, free of congestion and phlegm.
I like Spring but I long for fall. Not so much sickness then.