Allergies

I have lived a life blissfully free of allergies.  Allergies are for whiners.  We curmudgeons are built of sterner stuff - we may be pointer-outers, but we DON'T whine.

So I thought, until I aged. The "creaks and groans" associated with aging are actually real.  I don't know what part of my body is going to be complaining when I get up in the morning.  So I don't need any added aggravation.

Then I got an allergy. Every spring, when trees are blooming, I leak like a sieve.  Like I need this at my age.  NOW I feel like whining.  But wait - my Sainted wife is asking for help to move some shrub or other.  Sorry, dear but my allergies are really bad today - you know how I get this time of year.

That's not whining, is it?