Oh and the thing is my weekend was completely shot to utter hell thanks to allergies. I feel windswept and smothered, unable to breathe. Unable to be. Truth is, I feel depressed and more than a little helpless as I think of lists of things that need to be un-listed and simply figured out or, better yet, done.

But still, I did accomplish a few things and the Kings won a game and the days are getting longer and the light, post-afternoon, early evening, is the pretty sort that makes you want to take long drives and eat ice-cream from sugar cones.

And the thought of such does make me feel a little better.