Dragged myself, wincing and sneezing, workward. I wasn't scheduled today, it seems. I asked Pink Shirt Guy if I could please go home. He wanted to know if he needed to call me an ambulance -- while he was kidding me a little, evidently I did look very ill.

Stupid allergies.

Stopped in at the office to check on schedule. Ta-da! New schedule! Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday morning on; Sunday afternoon, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday off.

Didn't get to talk to any Darksides this weekend. I'll try next.