Hack, hack, sniffle. This post is brought to you by too much Claritin and too much Mucinex.

Yesterday, our pollen count was at 11.

That's one more than 10. You see, most pollen counts, you know, they will top out at 10. It's on 10 there, all the way up, all the way up, you're up to ten from the tree pollen. Where can you go from there?

I don't know.
Nowhere. Exactly. What plants here do is, if they need that extra push to drive allergy sufferers over the cliff, you know what they do?
Put the pollen up to eleven.
Eleven. Exactly. One more.

Why don't they just make ten more miserable and make ten be the top number and make that a little worse?

...the pollen count here goes to eleven.

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I had to wash Ladybug again...she was turning orange from all the pollen on her. I've decided, after ruining a few t-shirts from the horrible grubby hoses at the quarter-fed "wash it yourself" places (they always have this soot-like stuff on them, it seems, that doesn't come out of clothes), that it's worth it to me to drop the two bucks or so extra for a "touchless" automatic wash now and again. (I know, I know: I can do it essentially for free at home. But the problem is, then I never do. Because, I have to get out the hose, and hook up the hose, and find the spray attachment, and get a bucket, and find some kind of acceptable soap, and then find some rags and MEH. If it takes me 20 minutes to assemble the stuff to do a task like that, I'm a lot less likely to do it. (And given the propensity of things like hoses to "walk away," I can't just leave the hose out in the yard).

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I worked some more on the Clapotis last night. I do think now I will have enough yarn to complete it and have it be "big enough," I should be able to complete nine repeats before I start decreasing. (Maybe even ten, I'll have to wait and see)