Today is either the third day in a row I’ve had a migraine, or Day 3 of a migraine. Sometimes, it’s hard to know which.
I hate days like this. About noon I finally had to drug myself, using the nuclear option, which will knock both me and the migraine out. I have managed to get a Fine Art Tuesday post ready and scheduled, though the quality is uncertain.
I really needed to mow the yard and haul firewood, but that will simply have to wait. I’m saving myself for my local ham club meeting, where I’m the AV guy who gets the thing on Zoom, allowing our members who can’t make the meeting in person to still join us remotely. After that it will be a collapse into bed with hopes for tomorrow.