Dog. See, sick as a.

Saturday was beautiful. All the windows open all day. By Saturday night, drainage began. All downhill from there. Sunday morning it literally looked like it was snowing: it was pollen-y stuff.

Back to work tomorrow. Checked voicemail an hour ago (shouldn't have), interviews tomorrow. Offered one, so apparently scored high on the test.

*hack, cough, anxiety spasm, sneeze*