My old friend the migraine is back. I've taken a big pill, so who knows where this will go. I am just taking a minute before going and falling down because falling down without taking the minute feels too much like defeat. I just keep telling myself this is only one. One does not equal six.
I felt off all day today, so I sort of thought it might be coming. I stumbled more than usual the last two days with my words, had the preliminary twinges of pain, but I was praying it was only distant rumbles of thunder, a storm that would threaten and not break. Maybe because of the real storms we've been having, this was not the case.
I did write something today. I had inspiration from an unexpected source, and so between bouts of migraining, I pulled from it and got a poem. I'm a little at lost ends about what to do with the poem now, though.
I'm drifting now, so I guess I should stop trying to write. There was more I wanted to say, but since my friend is back, I guess I'll just go entertain him. Sigh. Don't you love it when company drops by uninvited?
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