Day: April 16, 2017

I’m not sure what kind of pollen this is. Thomas stuck his head in several shrubs and into some overgrown evergreen trees. Whatever it is, it wants to kill me.

This time of year, I rub down the dog with a wet wipe after every walk. And if the pollen is bad, I take a quick shower.

Tree pollen is pure evil.

I dug Thomas’ little stuffies out from under my work table. Again. It was a rapturous reunion. All he’s wanted to do since then is play stuffy fetch.