Alas, sweetness.

Who gets sick in May, when the sun is shining and the air is no longer stagnant or pregnant with rain?

Me.

I'm comforting myself with chocolate Teddy Grahams and taking sadistic pleasure in knowing that the bite sized bears are having a rougher time than I.

So I'll stay in and day dream about far away kisses until I decide to slog my way through the house looking for more food.