Spring has not sprung!

I wish I could lay here and tell you that spring has sprung. I can do no such thing. Spring was taken hostage by El Nino over April 6th and 7th. I almost had a sentinel event in Starbucks...not pretty. It felt as though I were in a cave, submerged in water. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't hear, I could hardly stand up straight. My mouth went dry and salty and I was sure I was going to pass out or throw up or both. After closing my eyes for what seemed like an eternity, I was okay.

Couldn't eat or drink the rest of that day though.

The streets, the cars...anything that would sit still long enough was covered in pollen. The same yellow-green pollen that adorned St. Louis while I was home for Easter. I couldn't escape it! No one could. You could wipe or hose your car down but sure enough, it came right back within an hour or two. Even just on the walk to the apt from the metro stop, my jacket was covered in a fine thin layer. I love the sunshine, but I was praying for the rain to melt the pollen away. Gotta love photosynthesis and respiration.

With great weather comes great responsiblity. The responsiblity is yours to get to Lauriol Plaza before there's no parking and the wait is longer than an hour. The responsibility is also yours to make sure that you have enough wine to make sangria, or just chill out on the fire escape with Shiraz-Grenache. Sleep with the windows open when you can and enjoy the next weeks. In the infernal months to come, we'll want these days back.