I’ve been feeling crappy the last several days: either an oncoming summer cold or a bad allergy attack (and/or lack of sleep This is a third shift worker’s go-to explanation for everything). Considering all the dust and the white cottony stuff floating around outside, I’m thinking allergies, so I should stay inside. But I had a bout of sleeplessness and hit the trails at Pokagon State Park, where my wife works at the saddle barn. Did you know that the average horse can raise half a lung full of dust with just one footstep? 3.6 miles later, I can say no one ever accused me of doing the smart thing.
And now, with apologize to Robert Frost:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And both smelled kind of musty
My nose asked me if I should
Go down something so dusty;
I shall be telling this with a sneeze
My nostrils full of mold
I took the road more allergen
It’s worse than any cold.