Thank the Maker for friends especially friends as dear as mine.
I love that I’ve had to invent a word for what we’re talking about right now. Arachnoequine. And it means exactly what it appears to mean and how we got to be talking about this insane and heretofore never imagined outside of Norse myth, this little dead-end on the cryptozoological family tree, I have no idea. I need to make these plans and go see this friends of mine. I miss her so.
The door is open now and a little cool air is coming in. It’s been a much better evening than it’s been a day where I had my first frightful pre-migraine light flare situation. Luckily, it was while I was at work, where I was able to break away and close my eyes. It was scary, though, because the lights and colors that would, I imagine, induce a seizure were slowly enveloping my vision in my left eye and I don’t know why it happened…I don’t think I was any more stressed than normal. I’d had my shake, I was on top of it, I had my volunteer come in and then it sort of all went to hell. My mom’s had them and has described the sparkly seizure worms that can’t bear to look at light, and that’s what I had, so I kind of thought, okay, I need to back off and chill and see if this going to get any better. For a little bit, it wasn’t and I was quietly and internally freaking about about what it meant, but then I thought I was probably making it worse.
But luckily, 20 minutes passed and it was gone and I just kept my glasses off and rubbed my head and my boss got so concerned about me that he said I should pack up and go home for the day and if I needed to, I could come in late tomorrow. He said I had been burning the candle at both ends lately which is true and sad and inevitable and I, because I am an idiot, only left an hour early when I was really pretty much fine. He said I should actually rest and I am, in my way, trying to do that in this 80 degree+ house.
So the diet kind of went sideways after that and got all burger-shaped when the co-worker brought them in. But I am not dissuaded. Just delayed and unnerved. So, yes.
I am slowly also cleaning, also writing, also meditating on that nature of good and evil, falling in love, planning to join a writing group (FOR REAL THIS TIME) and there are probably other things I can’t think of now in this grinding heat.
Oh, yes, I will also keep you posted on the very strange septuagenarian who either is recruiting me to run for political office, trying to sell me on buying some of the stuff he shills, or…some other mystery purpose that frankly, I find a bit bizarre to contemplate.
Today’s advice: life is too short not to go on adventures that might get you killed.