My allergies have never, ever, ever been worse.
I've been up since three am itching my eyes and blowing my nose.
I am positively miserable.
And tomorrow's forecast -- an important weather day for me since I'm going to spend 3 hours and 50 minutes running in it -- is illustrated by one of those dreadful dark gray clouds, with lightning bolts and rain and sharp, pelt-y particles dropping out of it:
Which makes perfect, perfect sense.
I'm going back to bed. I will leave my bedroom when the allergy season is over. Or, when I need to go get the Nathan four bottle fuel/hydration belt for tomorrow's date with the rain.