Coming off a 6-day cluster/migraine/tension headache combo. This one played cat and mouse for a bit--now you feel me, now you don't--but the wave crashed big Saturday morning. Fortunately, it's usually years between events like this.
Given the way the year has run, not a surprise it happened now, I suppose.
But other stuff is in the offing. Thanksgiving is next week, and of course, I have dinner guests to plan for. The menu will be pretty much the same as last year, though I'm bagging the cornbread dressing (no one liked it, including me) for the more traditional chestnut variety. I'm not allowed much deviation from the standards, especially this year since the son is worrying this might be his last Thanksgiving at home for awhile.
(Another college interview coming up. No wonder I'm getting death migraines.)
And times flows onward.
Go listen to some good music: "Gold Dust" from the album Scarlet's Walk by Tori Amos.