no rest for the wicked

Just checking in to do a drive-by how-do-you-do. I seem to be (mostly) recovered from the Tennessee Hamthrax Plague, though the quasi-spring that's settled over Seattle has the trees blooming and my allergies on freakin' fire. So, out of the frying pan, etc. I'll survive. I always do, one way or another.

Tonight's survival method of choice involves cheap wine, Benedryl, and whatever's left in that bottle of Nyquil I almost killed earlier this week.

But anyway. Went to the CPA today and...