pollen: plant reproductive cell or horrible plague from the fiery depths of hell?

i spent the weekend in tahoe, beautiful snow, no pollen. i come back here and i am immediately assaulted by that god awful yellow mist. hacking, weezing, shortness of breath, this is bad for someone who trys to sing. but inspite of this adversity i sang quite well at our friends house after dinner tonight, one of my best performances to date i think, and my friend is going to hook me up with a singer/song writer dude in santa clara. soooo we'll see what happens with that. in the mean time claritin, you are my only friend. red wine, you can come too.