On the way home from work

This is a shortcut to the parking lot I have to use when I return from the jail. By 10:AM, the parking lot nearest to the office is full and so I get a little more exercise in my day. By 2PM I'm headed home, and on a sunny, summery day, a walk in the woods is just the ticket! You have to pretend really hard that you can't hear the auto shop work going on, and you have to pause in just the right place not to see buildings and parking lots, but as it stands right here, isn't this a path into fantasy?

Thursday, I was SUCH a good girl. I cleaned the computer room for two hours and worked hard enough to raise a good sweat. I did the ironing and folded laundry, put out the recycling and scoured litterboxes and even cleaned the living-room carpet (except for the dust-bunny sanctuary under the sofa and the endtables. The kitties are entitled to their pets.) In the afternoon, as I was knitting and fast-forwarding through America's Next Top Model recordings (I am fascinated by the photo shoots. Now I look at ads in a whole different way.) an extraordinary string of thunderstorms swept up the valley. About the time they got to us, a migraine began to fracture my vision, and I realized my hands and feet were like ice. I went to bed in the dark with a hot water bottle and five asprins, and managed to avoid the throwing up part. Today, I am pain-free, but sluggish and dopey. I think the pressure changes and electricity sparked this one. Either that, or it was the chlorine fumes from the bleach I used on the litterboxes. Anyhow, neither event is likely to happen again for months, so I should be good to go from here on in. And I think I'll spend the day in my jammies, since my head really is too thick to get out and about with.