We've finally received some rain. Which, I guess, is a good thing, however the moisture has caused whatthehellever plant I'm allergic to, to burst into full glorious bloom.
And, since my blood pressure is barely controlled as is, I get to take the "special" allergy medicine. "Special" because it doesn't work worth a damn.
I can't see, my ears are stopped up, and my snot locker has developed a direct patch into the Niagra Falls of mucous production.
And you know, you wouldn't think it would be possible to have a sinus infection with three hundred cubic feet per minute of nostril slobber passing through your sinus cavities hour after hour after hour -- but I do.
We have more storms building our West. I know this, because I've either got a pressure headache building, or there's a hippopotamous in the lotus position meditating on top of my head.
Nobody is pointing and laughing, so I'm guessing on the pressure headache.
Right now, I'd rather the hippo, thagk yew bery much.
Well, let's see ... The Great Illegal Alien Siesta took place Monday. I may have to wait for more detailed study, but early results indicate that me and mine weren't affected the least bit.
Pretty much what I figured. Others, on the other paw, learned a valuable lesson or two from Monday's activities.
Such as, if you happen to be an "undocumented worker", and you make your boss irritable because you didn't show up Monday, your not-very-legal status means he can do more than just fire your protesting butt.
If you do your very best to make the point of the protests by costing your employer money, your employer is liable to make a counter-point by dialling 1-800-LA-MIGRA and giving the happy INS agent on the other end of the line all of your pertinent contact information.
On Tuesday morning, the local INS, excuse me, ICE agents were walking around like they'd just discovered the nice difference between boys and girls. Big grins all around.
And on that note, I'm going to go see if I can steam my schnozz open.