Pollen: the real reason April is the cruelest month. All the plants making up for time lost to the long rainy season are spewing forth pollen from their nefarious vegetative 'nads. Why their pollen thinks my nose is a female flower I don't know, but that must be what's happening. Still hoping for another rainy day or two, I drag myself around the house, which is full of strategically placed boxes of tissue. Maybe I ought to try dragging the vacuum cleaner instead. That would probably be pointless, though. The stuff just keeps coming. There isn't enough mechanical suction in the world to clean it all up. Feh.