May 18, 2006

Raine, Raine

I like what the rain does to my yard, but not my head. 33 years of migraines should make me a pro, but mostly they just make me crabby. The drugs that (sometimes) work make me feel like I'm running under water, and judging from yesterday's entry, you know that can't be a good thing.

The cats look at me like I'm some kind of science project, falling back asleep after the kids get off to school. I'm always at the computer; they don't trust all is right with their world if I break stride. Maggie is with me now, sitting on the mouse. Directly on it, so if I want to use it I have to push her bum aside, which makes her give me the malochio eye (that's evil eye to the non-initiated). It's not a good day when a seven pound ball of Calico is staring you down.

I'm going to go dig around, albeit slowly, and write a better entry later. Maybe I'll find some decent links to better words than mine. Come back if the mood strikes you...


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Lorraine, there was nothing wrong with this entry, funny as usual. Sorry about the migraines, I have the same problem. Take care, Blair.

May 18, 2006 9:54 PM  

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