The good news is....

...I finally got to sleep last night, despite a nauseous migraine. Not even Spock, Kirk and Bones being held captive on an asteroid-like spaceship could tear me away from my appointed Z's.

And though I rolled over once and caught the flicker of distant lightning, it stayed blissfully out of earshot, allowing Ma to sleep Oh So Well.

So well that when I awoke I was awash in the feeling one gets when sickness has turned the corner. You just know the worst is over :-) I can say goodbye to that weird virus that has plagued us ever since Family Camp.

Remnants of the migraine remain, but I have not sneezed in five hours.

Hot doggies! No more unattractive wads of Kleenexes in my pockets. So gauche, fashion-wise.

Weatherwise, this would have been an excellent day to visit the lake, but alas, other duties called.

Derek needed a pro-time, half an hour in the opposite direction. The fridge needed refilling and Ma needed a nap.

The bad news is...the lawn needs mowing. (it took me from Tuesday to Friday afternoon to finish the terribly overgrown green stuff the last time. Mowing is no fun when 8 inches tall and you have to keep stopping to blow your nose)

But I decided enough was enough. There's no sense killing myself on the first day feeling wellish. Then too, I must beat this headache into submission.

Hopefully, with one more good night's rest and the rain holding off until afternoon, I can whack off a third or even a half, tomorrow.

I am speaking of the lawn, naturally, and not my head.
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Loren has made his way to the first stopping off point on his way back to Iowa, that is, Tulsa. Tomorrow he should finish up with a 9 hour drive.

*makes note to have something halfways decent for supper*

OOOOoooo, supper! I have to think of something for to-night...
 

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