So on the one hand we have frolicking in the grassy knoll with Ashley-yay for flips in the grass!, running through the Mashashamuet trails, skinning the knee on a branch, Olaf's ice cream, and a grand total of one flyer accomplished. On the other, dying in my room from allergies. This is almost as bad as Tralee allergies, when I couldn't keep my eyes open when we drove down the driveway.
And on the third hand, RA Frank just knocked on the suite door and called, "Hello, Diana." Be still, freshie hearts!