Speaking of brooms, when I opened the garage door this afternoon I saw an enormous spider scurrying up a strand of silk, back-lit by the light from the opening door. I couldn't tell what kind of spider it was, so I just grabbed the nearby broom and did the arachnoid whack, just in case it was a black widow. After it hit the floor, I smacked it a few more times and swept it toward the door, so by the time I was able to get a close look it had been so badly damaged that I was unable to tell if it was indeed a black widow. Whatever it was, I'm glad it won't be dropping onto me from the ceiling now.
The warm days are continuing, but the pollen remains too thick for me to chance opening the windows. The whole house would fill with the stuff. Either the pollen is getting worse, or I'm becoming more sensitive to it each year. I'll probably go through at least two boxes of tissues before the worst of the season is over. All I can do is wait it out. I'd sure love to be able to spend a few days at the beach, though.