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It’s Silly, But It Is A Post

Well this is a hell of a note, an expression I have not used in quite a while if memory serves. My Chromebook seems to be frozen. My Tablet will not allow me to log in to WordPress (it says “Checking your browser this may take a few seconds, but they have quite the generous definition of”a few “).

So here I am on my phone, where I have made posts but not what I feel are my best work. No matter. A crappy post is better than no post at all.

Not in a row.

I throw in an illustration to pep the post up.  This is merely to show that I do not have my ducks in a row, and one of them is a frog. Just in case anybody was hoping I had gotten my act together as a blogger.

And this is me, looking cute, or do I flatter myself?

I just really like this picture of me on Kentucky Derby Day. I know it is silly, but I embrace my silliness.

I do not know how to check my word count on my phone, so I will hope I have at least 200 words.  I am not used to pecking in my posts one word at a time any more. Still, I made a post, and I believe that is the important thing.

These Things Happen

It wasn’t that I am a bad blogger this time (although I may be a bad blogger; let us leave that discussion for another time). Yesterday was really, truly a Blogger’s Sick Day. After having a marvelous evening and getting home a little before midnight (an unprecedentedly late bedtime for me) (at least in recent memory; never mind my misspent youth), I woke with a truly dreadful headache.

I had not overindulged in the wine at our after theatre dinner and hoped the headache would respond to treatment.  After all, it was Saturday!  I wanted adventures! I tried hydration, aspirin, my heated face thing, naps, a hot shower, and an ice pack (I did not use heat and ice at the same time. I wonder if that would work).

I thought the second nap had helped, so we went out to get some food.  Partway through our late lunch (which really tasted good), it became clear that I was not better, and nothing was going to help.  I guess it was a migraine.  Sometimes putting a label on something can help you bear the pain.

Back home, I could not even watch a movie through the nausea.  In my defense, it was a tense, disturbing movie, which can be wildly entertaining, but my stomach couldn’t take it.

So here I am, up before 6 on a Sunday, typing in a whiny excuse about why I didn’t make a Saturday post.  These things happen.  I hope later on to blog abput a better Sunday.