That Time of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold

I'm pretty sure that Shakespeare wasn't talking about the time of year that I am beholding.

My contacts are driving me nuts.  I may have to switch to glasses.  My nose is stuffy, and my lips itch.  Genius that I am, I'm pretty sure "that time of year" is allergy season.  Argh!!

Bring on the first freeze of the year!