Tuesdaying

Migraine day 3 = no fun. I'm nauseous and hungry at the same time. My brain is okay with rote work tasks today, but unfortunately I couldn’t really tackle the ones that required sustained thought.

I donated four large plastic bags of packing peanuts to the UPS store, which is nice in terms of garage space. On the other hand, those expensive “space bags” tend to leak air and expand back out again, bah.

D. likes watching the Hercules series, and we haven’t even gotten to the funny ones yet.

Lillian’s latest licking fetish is a plastic war-axe handle. Looks very silly.