Bazooka-shnoz

Back from Salt Lake City -- and it seems that nature has been doing it's frenzied dance of love in earnest -- my hayfever has been lying in wait for my return. It's charged up my sinuses like a pack of wild pollen-pygmies, firing mini-blowdarts laced with itching powder into my eyes, ears, nose, and throat. Claritin, my antihistamine-of-choice for many years, doesn't seem to be doing the trick. So until the pollen count goes down, everyone around me is ducking and weaving to avoid being caught in the snot-fire, every time I sneeze.