Day 3 of migraine. I have to actually leave the house today and I’m thinking of how I can possibly walk around outside without sunshine touching my eyes. Wear a black bag over my head and have Becca lead me around, maybe? At this point, the pain of the migraine is almost secondary to just how exhausting it’s been. The bird went on a screeching fit a little while ago when he heard Becca laughing outside and I very nearly fed him to the cats.
I’m sure I’m going to regret the following, but we’re having a very unusually… cold… summer. May and June are usually mild months for us, and then things start heating up in July. August and September are the really hot months, but we have plenty of warm weather earlier in the summer. It’s not that we haven’t had a bunch of days in the 90s, it’s that we’ve barely had any days out of the low 70s. It’s supposed to be in the mid 60s most of this week and with the breeze off the Bay, it feels pretty cool. In the evening, it’s like early spring, very cool, not quite cold.
Now, me, I am not a fan of the hottest of the hot summer days, but Ed loves warm weather and this continuing cold is bugging the crap out of him, especially on days he’s riding his bike to work at 4:30 in the morning, or home from work at midnight or 3:00 a.m. Also, my daughter will spend every available moment in the pool, except the weather isn’t warm enough to heat the pool and the water is too cold for swimming. She’s gone swimming a handful of times, some of them when it wasn’t really warm enough. This week, though, forget it. I don’t really want it to turn HOT, truthfully, but I’d be happy for some days in the 80s so the rest of the family could be more comfortable and happy.
Now that I’ve said this, it will be 110 tomorrow and every day after that for a year.
