I woke up this morning to a pounding headache, one that had been threatening to arrive all day yesterday, but didn’t really come on in force until I tried to go to sleep last night, and the sound of Fuzzy grumbling in the bathroom. It seems that L, our new housekeeper, did such a great job of cleaning the bathroom vanities, that he can’t find anything.
(Mind you, he is afflicted with the inability to see any object that requires moving another object. I always thought this was limited to looking for items in the fridge, but it’s universal, apparently.)
Outside, while the temperature is mild, the wind is not, and it’s making a howling sound that the dogs are clearly disgruntled by. Poor sensitive chihuahua ears. Zorro’s been giving me his patented slitty-eyed look all morning. As if I can control the wind.
I found the perfect way to soothe my own grumpiness, however. I made oatmeal, laced it with honey, and mixed in half a container of fresh blueberries.
Mmm. Blueberries.
My head still hurts.
But I’ll survive.
Mmm. Blueberries. by Melissa Bartell is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
At least if the headache makes you puke, the blueberries will make the experience colorful! have you considered changing your hair to EE008C?
I hate headaches like that. When a migraine comes on I have to stay in a dark room with lots of fresh air. Feel better soon!
;.) “As if I can control the wind.” made me smile :-)
I’ll smile even more if your headache is all gone by now!
Cathrine