Cedar Fever

So here I am, back in Texas, visiting friends. I've been here for a week, and it got me. I think it drew a bead on while I was disembarking from my flight, stalked me for a while, waited until I felt secure, overconfident, and possibly even cocky... and then it pounced.

Cedar fever. The Texas terror. Curse of the hill country. Enemy of sinuses everywhere.

So I'm more than a little miserable right now. I've tried various drug cocktails, and nothing does much for long, except reduce my level of conscious functioning. Or the consciousness of my functioning level. Or leveling my conscious functioning. Or something.

So why blog about this? Why does a Texas allergy warrant the breaking of the silence?

Well, as it turns out, I have a bunch of blogger friends, and some of them recently noted my lack of blogosphere participation.

That is all.