Situation normal, all. . .

We're entering the delightful part of the spring here. Unfortunately, that delight is increasingly tempered by the distress of out-of-control allergies. It seems that the longer I'm in a place, the more I'm affected by pollen and such. This year it rained a lot. That means that there will be more flowers, more beauty, and more days when I have no choice but to take antihistamines. The problem is that they make me really spaced out at first and then, when they are wearing off, easily irritated. I recognize why I'm feeling and acting different. My partner of fifteen plus years recognizes it too. Yet that recognition does nothing to improve communication between us. On the contrary, there seem to be fewer allowances for artificially induced behavior every year. Needless to say, I find the whole situation intensely frustrating.