It's coming.
I've been sidelined (maybe flattened is a better word?) by a migraine since Saturday. I'm at the point where an ice pick in the forehead feels like the only possible answer for relief. This is not yet another story about a bad headache, though. I actually have good doctors here and am doing my best to take good care of me.
Taking good care of me means not spending a whole lot of time at a computer screen. The story is not finished. It will be.
In the meantime, I'm going to keep the shades drawn and hope for better weather.
