I hate it when I have big plans to get stuff done and then I get sidelined. I don't mean an interruption that, although unexpected, is meaningful. I'm talking about the kind that seem to have no useful purpose, LIKE A MIGRAINE.
I'm sure I need to have a way more spiritual outlook toward even this, but today I don't. Last night I had just settled down for a couple of hours of work when BAMMMM...ambushed by the visual aura and then about the worst pain I've ever had from a migraine. Thankfully I had just refilled my Zomig and got it in me fast, turned out the light, pulled the covers over my head, and tried not to move. Ugh.
And the hangover, well, here it's noon and I'm just beginning to be able to think again. Half my Saturday is gone, Friday night's work is still on the desk, and Saturday's work awaits. I have school books in three piles, corresponding to my three remaining students, neatly stacked on my ironing board also waiting for my attention. And in case you were wondering, my house is only about half put back together from the carpet/paint adventure.
Coffee. Coffee. I must find the coffee.