Things are rather peaceful around yon homestead today. My head is still feeling foul (somewhere between a sinus and tension headache… if not both), but the little one is in good enough spirits that the noise levels are at a minimum (which means she shrieks the second I type that line, oh delightful irony!).
Really though, just sort of hunkering down and tending to the bodily complaints. If it’s not the brain getting at me, it’s t’other! But I suspect that’s just part of getting older, ’cause it gives us all something to shake tiny impotent fists at. Which is definitely what I’m doing, ’cause headaches are lame.