Um. Got nuthin', or not much. Tam and SB took off for brekky and the Indy 1500 Gun Show at, like, quarter til oh-dark-hundred. As I was at that time possessed of C) no cash and B) a hammerin', one-sided headache, complete with stabbing pains in my left ear* and A) an overabundance of "sleepy," I did no such thing.
Here I am, an hour left to get to the bank. Prolly shower and off to Cladddlhoeaught (cough, cough, cough) (It's a beautiful language and some of my ancestors spoke a closely-related one, but it does things to my throat) or whatever they call it, after.
* Before offering sympathy and/or medical advice, stop. I get these things. They are, according to the very best medical help I could buy, multiple specialists, lotta tests and fancy imaging, not a symptom of anything. There is no drug that will end them. Ibuprofen will take the edge off, though sometimes it requires an hour or so; stronger drugs can do more but at the cost of seriously horrible side effects and/or addiction, so they're out. I complain about my headaches because there is no fixing them.
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