Ouch

Sorry, folks. Nothing going on here today. I’m battling a dragon of a migraine, and there’s not much I can take to quell it, so I’m hiding out under the blankets instead. Do you have that ‘safe’ place, about two-thirds of the way to sleep, where the headache miraculously disappears? That’s where I’ll be floating today. Besides, there is no gift greater than sleep at this point in my life. Ah, it’s almost worth the headache and the rolling stomach to contemplate an 8-hour nap!

Talk amongst yourselves, and I’ll try to be back with something a little more energetic later today or tomorrow.

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