More yellow stuff

Today was the second worst pollen day in who knows when. It was snowing yellow stuff. Horrible horrible stuff. My head, and eyes hurt from this stuff. I feel the pollen in my throat. Cars are still coated and those that have been parked for a few days are just coated in the stuff.

I'm still frustrated with work. It can be rewarding yet at the same time not. Mainly it's the coworkers that get on my nerves. One day a certain person can be sweet, and most days just plain evil. She is not happy. There is no two ways about it. Why the unhappiness? No one really knows. It's just frustrating dealing with her. I'm at a point where I don't really care anymore about it all. My life would be easier if she wasn't there. My first few months there, she was gone. It was nice. There are difficult people and then there are Difficult people.

Goof has strained a muscle sneezing. He's whining and groaning, and I am just not a good nurse. I just want to shove a sock in his mouth. So many years and I still don't have patience when he's injured or sick. Most of his illnesses, seem rather minor, but he sure does make it sound like it's the end of the world. Men are like that. Most days he claims he's never sick, or that I'm ill more than he is. I don't bother correcting him, I just rather he shut up. I know that I am not really a person to get ill. I just feel down some days, and I'd rather just stay in bed, and just sleep.

I enjoy silence. I don't like a lot of noise. Seems like there is always a radio or tv on in the house making noise. When I'm home alone, I don't have anything on. Occaisionally the radio, but why bother? I don't mind the silence. Perhaps it's because I was raised in silence. The lack of noise was fine, since I was usually reading. Goof, has never known true silence in a house I believe. All the drama going on from his mother, tv or radio on there. I long for days where there is no other human in the house. It's not common here, and I miss everyone after a day or so. I just don't miss the noise.

Coworkers tease I talk a lot at work. Funny thing is they don't believe me when I say I don't talk much at home. Probably at the most if one was to tally the total time I was talking at home, it might accumulate to one hour. On the weekends, I feel that I may spend a total of 3 hours. The down side is that I have to make myself talk to Stinky. I just don't feel like talking. Lord knows that Stinky takes after Goof. They are always making some type of noise. Whether it be singing, or chattering. When Goof had a sore throat it was nice, he wasn't making as much noise. Perhaps it isn't so much the noise, but the volume. If everyone went around the house whispering, then it wouldn't be so bad. Goof could sing and make noise in a whisper, I could live with that. Easier to tune out.

I am such a mean person for that. To want your family to be quiet.