My God

Early this morning, my God was a porcelain one. Cold, white, sterile, solid. I prayed twice this early morning, and ended up with a pounding headache and general bad feeling afterwards both times. It was only later in the day did the Maxalt and Motrin do their job and relieve me of horrific head pain and startling sensitivity to sound and sight.

After that, I felt great. Put together a grill, planted some cacti, baked some cookies (well, I ate some dough; it counts, it counts), and watered some stuff in the yard. And I'm blipping too.

All in all, I had a horrific early morning and a magnificently better day.