Oh! *!#@$%* this summer rash that has me singing the Leprosy Song (“Leprosy, all my skin is falling off of me; now my ankle’s hanging from my knee; oh, leprosy came suddenly. . . “)
Luckily, mowing and weed-eating does eough of a number on my nasal passages and lungs that the other allergens and irritants take a back seat while I’m doing yard work. It’s just later. . .
Oh, well.