The Writer's Right

I had the best of intentions….

I had big plans to declutter my house today. I even had a to do list, with my plans mapped out.

Unfortunately I came home last night with a migraine. I took some pain meds and laid down. An hour later I was yacking. Jeff thought it was because I drank too much (I went out to a happy hour bowling shin dig with my former “classmates” last night.) Nope, either it was the mother of all migraines or, the pain meds, yet again, did not agree with me. So I spent last night in bed, shaking and miserable. I slept in a little. Now I’m up and trying to get it together. I have a garbage bag out and I’m attempting to sort through my work station.

But part of me just wants to crawl in bed. I will not let this get the best of me. Let’s just hope the Tylenol takes the edge off.

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