It must have been from working in the garden. I was Overcome by my allergies. I had an earache, a stuffed head, my eyes stung, I kept sneezing, I was miserable.
The funny thing is, I don’t remember having allergies as a kid. Then again, I was always sick with a sore throat or earache, and according to my doctor here, it could have been allergies. When I lived in St. Thomas, there wasn’t the same sort of pollen, so I never noticed. The worst was when I was in Argentina one spring. I had terrible allergies and spent most nights chugging down cough medicine, thinking it was bronchitis.
Now I know what it is, (I have the most common of allergies – grass pollen and tree pollen.) and I have my miracle pills. They take away the sneezing, the earache, the sore throat, the runny eyes and nose. Amazing. They also make me feel as if I should be sleeping, or if I AM sleeping, and all this is a slightly fuzzy dream.
I am wondering if I can get any work done today. Yesterday I had to drive my daughter around, and I was terrified I’d fall asleep at the wheel. I fell asleep at nine last night, and dragged myself out of bed at ten this morning (it’s a weekend, I can do this, lol.) But I feel like I’m underwater. My head is both clear and yet fuzzy. The allergy pills are probably too strong and I should get some….*snore* ……………
……….*huh?* Oh, where was I?
Yes, new allergy medicine.
That’s how I feel. I can keep an idea in my head for about two minutes. It’s very frustrating.
And I keep yawning.
OK – time for some More Coffee (Have you sever seen anyone with coffee tremors who kept falling asleep?)

I also got a request for a full from my query and sent off the wrong manuscript. (not entirely wrong – I sent off an earlier version when I had the corrected and perfect version ready. This will teach me to keep all my versions in the same folder.) I debated about writing back to the agent and explaining, and then thought, what the hell, it’s only a slightly less perfect version. And then my mind skipped to other things.
I’m beginning to think that these pills aren’t so bad after all. They don’t let me worry.
I can’t concentrate enough to worry.
Anyhow, if the agent I sent the full to is reading this blog, please be advised that there is a slightly better version available, where for example, I got rid of that silly typo in the second chapter that made my hero’s dog glow instead of growl.

Update:
My mother reads my blog. She called me from the US to tell me I’ve misplaced another modifier.
Hat’s off to whoever spots it!
I won’t correct it. Yes it makes me look like a ditz – but it’s funny.

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