By some people, I mean I. A few years ago around this time a year, I didn’t realize I was having allergies, and they eventually turned into bronchitis. Every year since then, you’d think that a thick layer of yellow/green pollen that covers everything outside (and even inside when I leave windows open) would be my clue that it’s time to take Claritin and don’t spend too much time outside. It’s a reasonable expectation I have of myself. Yet, every year without fail I forget that I have allergies and think that it’s just a mild cold until I can hardly breathe. This year, I set a new record by going for 3-mile brisk walks when pollen count was at its highest. How unsmart. The faster I walked, the more pollen I inhaled, which made for a miserable week this week.