on the efficaciousness of ibuprofen and a hot shower

Something out there is pollinating (actually, a particular something -- whoever decided to import Scotch broom to the Pacific Northwest should be shot -- in the kneecaps -- and left to die). Which hates both my sinuses and the little jerk with a jackhammer (the one who causes my migraines, and the one who will die slowly and painfully by my hand if it's the last thing I do).

Anyway, I was extremely lucky that I actually made it home from the museum with me and the car both in our one pieces. Managed to put some food in my stomach so that I could take the ibuprofen, then went and boiled myself in the shower long enough for the ibuprofen to kick in.

Feeling some better now. At least so long as I don't bend over...