Anglesea Road

So, fall is my very favourite time of year, but fall is also ragweed season.  I am wildly, insanely allergic to ragweed, and thus have spent the past few weeks morphing into the world's most industrious snot factory (I know, I'm so sessy y'all can't even handle it).  Everything itches like mad... mostly the roof of my mouth and the insides of my ears, throat, and eyelids.  You know, all the places it's physically impossible to scratch without injuring myself.  Also, my eyes won't stop watering and I'm really congested, so I pretty much constantly look I'm crying.

HOWEVER.

Dude.  Seriously.  Oh my God, I love Benadryl so much, I can't even tell you.  See, I react pretty strongly to Benadryl.  It's kind of nuts.  I take half a dose of Children's Benadryl and I'm a little hazy for most of the day.  If I take a full dose (keep in mind, this is the dosage intended for 12-year-olds) I will sleep for at least eight consecutive hours and spend at least eight hours after that in a delightful, fuzzy bubble where everything is slightly shiny and far away.  It is AWESOME.  It doesn't fully suppress all of my allergies because apparently nothing short of my actual death will accomplish that, but I can almost sort of halfway breathe and I'm so rarely awake that I don't even particularly care.

In other news, it's been in the 50s all week and there's frost this morning and I'm going to a corn maze with Jenni this weekend and word on the street is there will also be hay rides and I have a bunch of yummy fresh apples and it's been very windy and the trees are turning colours and I've been wearing sweaters and socks and if I leave the window open in my bedroom it gets chilly and I can huddle under my down comforter and my nose and ears will turn pink and be slightly cold whilst the rest of me is warm and snuggly and BLISS.