I would call it a migraine, but I don't get migraines.
I'm inclined to believe it has something to do with the bipolar weather we're having. Yesterday I took the kids and the big dog to the playground because it was 64 degrees and it seemed morally wrong to do anything else. Tomorrow the high will be 20 and they expect snow.
Today it was wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiindyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy all day long.
It was very noisy.
I kept writing.
I started to feel a little better about the writing, but not my headache.
I took Max to piano and stopped off on the way to pick up 20 lbs of ground venison that a woman from church says she had to get rid of to make room in her freezer for girl scout cookies.
I just laughed so hard.
Needless to say we're having something with ground venison for dinner tonight though I'm not clear on what. I took my headache to bed for a nap two hours ago and I've only been up again for 15 minutes. I just reread last night's post and shook my head over its typos. Y'all must wonder at times how I stay employed at all in the writing industry.
Anyway, I'm mighty grateful to the girl scout that sold someone Sister X so many darn boxes of cookies. And to Sister X for coming up with such a great excuse to give it to me.
I made great progress on the first sleeve for the twins' sweaters but am starting to feel concerned that there isn't enough shoulder built into this pattern. I'm off to do a quick search for corrections.