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[Mar. 17th, 2005|08:07 pm]
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And, in addition, the mulberry tree pollen is reaching its peak. The lawn is covered with its fallen flowers, making it look as though a plague of caterpillars had invaded the yard. The puffs of pollen drifting on the afternoon breeze also bring to mind a caterpillar- the hookah-smoking caterpillar of Alice in Wonderland. I'm reaching the sinus headache stage of exposure now. Because my head feels about twice its normal size and my thoughts are more muddled than usual, I'm going to wait until tomorrow to make that call. I'm not entirely sure that I'm not about to begin hallucinating. Is mulberry pollen psychoactive?
The neighborhood's wandering cats are visiting again, undoubtedly enjoying the mild days. I have to be vigilant whenever I let my cat out now, as she is very territorial, and more than willing to take on any invader of her realm despite her own diminutive stature and advancing age. She has grown only slightly less wild as she has aged, though in the last year she has become more accepting of being petted, and sometimes even requests it. Still, the minute I open the door, she reverts to her old behavior and will have nothing to do with me until she wants back in. Strange kitty.
Staring at the monitor is making my head hurt more. I'll let Sluggo nap now. |
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