As I put the lid back on the garbage can, I succumbed to a fit of sneezing. By the time it was over, my eyes were watering and my nose was running. The drizzle of rain had turned into a steady patter and my hair hung limp. So when Mama G opened her window and called to me to come inside, I opted to spend a little time warming up in her kitchen before setting out. Frag the appointment. I could be a little late for it, if I had to.