I’m definitely allergic to New Mexico. It’s possible that I also may have a cold.
My sneezes are so profound that I make startled exclamations like “oh my!”
Over the course of this afternoon, my brain has grown larger than my head.
My nose feels runny, but is dry. I’m congested, yet blowing my nose does nothing except waste tissues.
My throat is parched from breathing through my mouth. And also because, well, it’s the middle of the desert.
I can’t keep my eyes open but also can’t fall asleep. Bugger.
I’ve been working on two posts: an ode to helpful people on this journey; and exploring Taos, including a Pueblo where American Indians have lived since 1000, seeing the landscape that inspired Georgia O’Keeffe, and meeting a man who has his own museum of gas station wonders. Since my aforementioned brain is busy exceeding the spatial limits of my skull, there’s no capacity to write either of these posts. Stay tuned…
In the meantime, I’ll be here, surrounded by disgusting confetti of used Kleenex.
P.S. Is it weird to fantasize about putting Chapstick on your nose? After all, it’s chapped, too….