Woke up this morning with a headache. Not much reading will happen with it pounding behind my eye. Right eye. Thumping. Mild though, so could be far worse.
Tennis match in an hour. W.'s, not mine. Tennis isn't good with a headache. Spectating isn't either but he can't exactly drive himself.
Came home last night to the smell of melted plastic and chocolate. Apparently almost poisoning the dog hasn't taught my children any lessons. R. decided to soften a block of baker's chocolate in a plastic kid's cup in the microwave. Aside from the smell, she cleaned it up pretty well. Wonder if plastic fumes cause headaches?
Nagged kids about picking up rooms and basement this morning. (Can nagging cause headaches?) Oldest thought he was being singled out. Snapped a quick pic of youngest's room on the Nintendo DSi to show me he wasn't worst offender. Novel use of otherwise useless to mom technology. Whining definitely causes headaches.
Not much reading overall this past week. Rainy drear is good for reading. But alternate sun and rain almost daily means many pressure system headaches. When I did read, I weathered the raging, cold river of a rare cancer before trying to steal the script for Hamlet from The Globe while disguised as an apprentice player and finally appreciating and really seeing the natural world and how it winds into and through our everyday lives and the institutions in which we abide or abandon.
Hopefully next week will have me back to my usual verbose self. And no headaches. Oh, and don't forget to enter my giveaway for Tony Earley's The Blue Star.