Tired

     I woke up tired this morning.  Fed the cats, thought about it for a couple of minutes, and went back to bed with the alarm set for an hour.

     An hour and a half later, I was...better.  A nasty, bilateral version of the one-sided migraines that have dogged me for years is well underway, but as soon as the OTC painkillers kick in, they should take the edge off.

     It's probably stress -- the ongoing coronavirus mess and some pressure at work to complete my part of a major project have combined to give me a lot to worry about.  There's a hell of a lot of that going these days, of course, and complaining about it doesn't make it go away.

     On the other hand, I enjoyed a nice roast beef sandwich for lunch yesterday, with curly fries.  That's the first fast food I have had in months.

     And the "wild canaries" are showing up!  They're really American Goldfinches and according to the experts, there are some around Indiana throughout the year -- but they wear dull-colored plumage in Winter and only in Summer do the males turn brilliantly yellow with black wings; the females become a little more resplendent too, and we get bright streaks of color, bobbing around, raiding small seeds and swooping away.  It makes me smile to see them.