I don't have much to say, because I've been asleep for three days. Even if I was walking around, I swear, I was asleep. Allergies make me drowsy. What am I allergic to, you ask? Tree pollen. A SHITLOAD of tree pollen. So much pollen, that when it rained yesterday, I went out and took a picture because I knew no one would believe me, otherwise:
See the yellow-green scum on the water, and the bright white line of it along the edge? That's pine tree pollen. I'm not kidding. It rained and washed the stuff off every surface, turning the storm drains all over town yellow.
Allergies make me drowsy, and I've been sleeping off and on. I assume it affects The Baby the same way, because she's been doing the same thing. Last night she fell asleep in her high chair with a grilled cheese sandwich in her hand.
Sekhmet, whose nose is so stuffed up you can hear it whistling as she breathes, has decided to deal with things differently. She's gonna stay stoned.
That's a catnip toy in front of her. She's been sleeping with her chin on it. Stoner kitty.
I'm about twenty rounds away from finishing the blue dip-dye example sock. Then it's back to the Steeked Jacket. With the half-round shawl for interest. I'd show a picture, but it's just a half knit sock, same as last week but longer.
A nap sure sounds good.