Also, the dog steals the covers. He has a very good trick for this--he stands next to the bed, and when he lies down, he sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiides down the foot of the bed, pulling the covers off me and onto the floor.
Also, woke up sneezing blood this morning, announcing the advent of olive pollen season. They don't look particularly offensive, do they? But the little bastards are vicious. We hates them.
I never had allergies in my life (except for a skin allergy to oak leaves, which give me eczema when I handle them in a decayed form for a long period of time--fresh ones seem to be fine). I'm immune to poison ivy (so far, fingers crossed) and a good thing, too, as I once did a faceplant into a patch of it, and I never suffered hay fever before I moved to Nevada. My first two summers here were a misery; there were literally days when I couldn't see, my allergies were so bad.
Thankfully, my naturally robust immune system appears to have adapted to the olive trees and the fruitless mulberries (the other big offender here) so these days, I just get the bloody nose and occasional bleeding from the ears.
Of course, that might be the cats exercising their mind control powers on me overnight. Maybe I should start sleeping in my tinfoil cap.
I was doing that four AM schedule for too long. 6:30 feels like an astounding sleep-in. Slugabed! Sluuuug!
Whiskey & Water
It would appear I have some work to do.