Yesterday was a write-off. Rising as usual too early, I was busy doing chores all morning. The best part of the morning was walking with Sheba. We only walked less than two blocks, but she walked, and when we got home, I was kept busy with more chores until lunchtime.
We all had lunch and then I undertook my last chore: cleaning the kitty litter box. While I was doing that, the dreaded light show started in my eyes. I was having the first migraine I’ve had in a year probably, and that flattened me for the afternoon. I lay on the chaise, closed my eyes, and waited for things to pass.
The evening was uneventful and calm except for when I was going to bed. I heard a frightening noise on the roof. I’m awaiting dawn to go outside and see if I can find whatever it was. It might have been an animal slipping and falling; it could have been a large branch falling.
I welcomed an early repose, knowing that I’d feel myself this the morning, and I do. We’ll try walking again, and I’ll read and do more chores. I’ve got to drain the hot tub and tidy up the shed. Sigh.
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