I am convinced that things in my head were moved around during surgery, maybe not much, but how much does it take for changes to occur??
I'm only half kidding.
Two migraines, complete with visual auras, which in my case are jagged lights that make it difficult to read and last about 20 minutes, before the sledge hammer connects with your forehead. Two days in a row.
You think headaches would be so old hat, eh??
On Saturday, I plowed through it, refusing to lie down or anything else sensible, and paid the price.
Last night when it happened, I let Roy out, back in, and said, BEDTIME. He was all for that.
Still light out?
No problem.
So today I figured it was worth a trip to the doctor to get some good stuff to take when you know it's coming, since Motrin did not even get noticed.
Or maybe, now that I've got a prescription, I won't have them.
This morning, being so well rested, I was up at the crack of dawn, and raring to go.
The porch at the studio needed cleaning.
I think it looks pretty good.
The mourning dove that makes her nest every year over my hot tub has had two babies.
The next day they were gone.
Lois has been weaving off the last of the bleached loopers. 32" x 52".
I love the colors.
Mother is home. Stable on new meds.
The heat wave is over. Sun is shining, sweet breeze is blowing.
Yarn is in the mail.
I'm prepared for another migraine, should it occur.
Warp is tied on for point twill towels.
Tomorrow, I'm going to weave. Simple. Uncomplicated.
Please God.
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