I am having yet another very bad Saturday, as I am plagued with yet another headache. Yes, I am keeping track of my headaches in a little notebook. When I feel I have gathered enough data, I will return to my doctor (it is actually a nurse practitioner or physician assistant or some such) and say, “Help!” However, my purpose in making a blog post is not to complain (I know, could have fooled you), but to entertain.
I only said “entertain” to rhyme. My purpose in writing a blog is the purely selfish one of wanting to write every day. The fact that some people kind of sort of like reading it is a delightful by-product that feeds my petty ego.
You may have guessed that I am being a little silly today. I feel that after my stressful week, a day of blah-blahing at the keyboard, trying to be funny might be nice. For me anyways. For my readers, of course you are the judge. Since I did not do a Lame Post Friday (although some may have found yesterday’s post, as well as many others, fairly lame, but let’s not go there), I thought Lame Post Saturday would be OK. Then I thought my bad headache and lack of productivity made a Wrist to Forehead post also eligible. Of course now I must strive NOT to have a Wrist to Forehead post tomorrow, but we’ll see how that goes, won’t we?
I tried to get a few things done today. I went for a long run including a pretty good hill this morning. That was nice. At least, parts of it were nice. You know how that goes. My run made me determined to make it to the Sneaker Store in New Hartford, NY, for new running shoes, a mission which I also accomplished (and I might write a blog post about) (preview of coming attractions). After that, my headache felt even worse and I could do no more than come home.
Last week I tried to get things done despite my headache, because I had people coming over in the evening. My headache blessedly left me by the time my guests arrived, and a good time was had by all (perhaps I should have written about that). This week I decided to give myself a break and nurse the damn headache. Migraine Relief, decongestant and two naps later, I feel a little better. A cup of coffee seems to be having a beneficial effect which this morning’s cups lacked.
So life is getting better. It shall improve more when my wonderful husband Steven returns from work. We are still getting used to the large hole left in our hearts and lives by the sad departure of our beloved dog, but we help each other. Sorry to bring up my poor Tabby again, but I’m sure other pet owners understand.
Ah, now I’ve done it. I ended on a down note instead of being entertaining. That puts the wrist back onto the forehead, doesn’t it? Tune in tomorrow, when Mohawk Valley Girl says, “Where the hell should I put my wrist NOW? Don’t answer that!”
