The irony is that in my thirty-one-plus years of living on this earth, my body decided to wait until this last week to start showing symptoms of seasonal allergies. The advice from the medical sites is to take lots of drugs, shove stuff up your nose, and keep the windows closed even when it's beautiful and sunny outside.
On a sadder note, the local cycling community is a bit roughed up by the news of a deputy sheriff killing two cyclists with his patrol car. The two cyclists were well-seasoned racers, and while I have not ridden the specific road they were on, I've certainly been on my fair share just like it. It's really scary to think that you really *can't* be too careful. At all.