...Another big headache. Would that were a metaphor! Hugely clumsy this morning, too, though better as the Vitamin I kicks in.
Bank, drugstore, taxes. Supermarket, home-improvement store (gravel rake, potting soil, short treated 4x4); Locally Grown Gardens (flowers, if they have any left; I am darned well gonna have some flower-type flowers out front this year). Rake leaves, look at tree swing (it needs refinished, the polyurethane is coming up in strips. Linseed oil or spar varnish?), clear off patio, remove crate-table from ham shack and replace with dumpster-bounty desk (in pieces, so add desk assembly to the list)...
At least I can probably do the first three on my motorscooter, Deus volente. And it could be worse -- consider, for example, the case of reporter Susannah Cahalan, who went scarily bonkers from what turned out to be a very obscure but treatable autoimmune disease; she recovered and wrote a fascinating book but OMG. A migraine and some fumblefingers is nothing. (If you want to read Brain On Fire, please use the Amazon link at Tam's blog. Costs you nothing extra and keeps another talented writer from starving.).
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