|Only 63F. out this morning, which is fuzzy blanket weather, as far as Hubby is concerned.|
And, sure enough, yesterday morning I woke up to cooler temps and one dooooozy of a headache. One which my usual cure-all of 2 Advil Liquigels plus a jolt of caffeine didn't even seem to faze. I tried going to my Tuesday morning meet-up with the Muses, but five minutes later had to pop up and run back home when the queasiness set in. Spent the rest of the day in a dark room with a wet cloth over my eyes, missing not only the time with the Muses but also the first fall vineyard meet-up with our wine-loving friends. Waaahh!
So, I'm guessing this is what it's like to have a migraine, huh? It finally went away later that evening, and I feel fine this morning, but I'm really, really, really hoping this isn't a sign of things to come. Cuz, if there's one thing Texas is known for (other than bonker politicians) it's weather that likes to yo-yo back and forth from one extreme to the other!
Dang sage plants...