Today is my last day of 32. Tomorrow is 33. I have the day off and I still haven’t decided what I want to do. 

My allergies have made themselves known and are torturing me. Yes, I am currently taking fexofenadine, thanks for asking. But at times it feels like an invisible onion has been stuffed into my sinus cavity. This is around the time every year when I begin praying for the first frost, summer be damned. My head is fuzzy. 

So apparently I have a bit of anxiety about turning 33.