The same time every year, right before Thanksgiving . . . my allergies blow up like a Oklahoma farm house hit by a tornado.
I don't like the way I feel with the allergies.
I don't like the way I feel taking medication for the allergies.
What I "most" do not like . . . is how it affects my voice. Singing for the children's time tomorrow will be difficult.
If I am not singing or whistling . . . I am sick.
Ever forward . . . ><>