On Saturday, I went down to see the kids at the “fun center,” a carnival of sorts assembled for the duration of Portland’s Rose Festival. Oddly enough, this marks the first year I’ve set foot anywhere near the rides. One of the last things Erica did before we left involved petting a variety of animals as well as riding a pony. Being the awesome Dad that I am, I made a point of taking pictures… which meant being close enough to the animals to come away with an allergy-induced headache and crud-filled lungs. Whee!

Yesterday evening was spent almost entirely on Lil’s living room floor. (There were other people present; get your minds out of the gutter.) Problem is, that’s where the cats spend most of their time, so once again I came away from a social event with a headache and crud-filled lungs. Extra-whee!

Last night I almost entirely failed to sleep, because I was wheezing, sniffling and sneezing for hours… and I found that I was all out of medications to alleviate those damnable symptoms. Whoopsie.

I need to stock my cabinet a bit more thoroughly, I think. I was a Boy Scout, back in the day, so why am I not Being Prepared? Hmm?

Anyway… being allergic to animals and to pollen sucks. One set of allergens makes me itch and sneeze, the other makes my lungs incapable of taking in very much air. Ugh.