Migraine be damned?

That migraine continues, but my great good fortune is that it’s at an intensity where doing something else can distract me from noticing it. We were able to go buy a new lawn mower, and then later we were able to go out to the Mexican restaurant, even bringing D’s best friend along, and I did all of that fine. We also watched Cosmos and later, Blue Exorcist, and we played a Magic variant called Battle the Horde.

I finally got to meet R’s landlady-housemate today. Her former husband was a prominent political commentator in Oregon for decades, starting in the 1970s, a household name, even (at least for the kind of household I grew up in). She was telling me, though, that nobody will pay him to write any more, even the $50 per column he used to get, despite all of his expertise, because of the way journalism has changed. Reminds me of Doonesbury’s Rick Redfern. She seemed very pleased that I remembered him and that I asked her if she was related to him, though.