You still here?
For a week now, I’ve struggled with the headache that never ends and am usually incoherent after 8 pm. I mean, even more incoherent than normal, hence, no writing. But I’ve finally got some meds that are s l o w l y bringing relief, so let’s try this writing thing out again.
I felt like I was learning to function through the headache, but after day 5 or 6, I just couldn’t quite “keep up.” Which is why I called Andrew from the gas station to ask him our zip code to authenticate the credit card.
We’ve only lived here FIVE YEARS, so of course it’s natural that I would forget my ZIP CODE.
Fortunately, all the children are surviving my stupidity rather well. Ian had cooking camp last week and Sam did art camp this week. They think they’re pretty big stuff. And I suspect they are.
And somehow the week has slipped through my fingers. My fingers which are still sporting that alien tattoo hand puppet I modeled for the kids and then never found time to remove. I was wearing my cross necklace Sam made for me at art camp, but he took it back so he could sleep with it.
I haven’t washed my hair in days and I laughed when the doctor suggested that I really should get a good night’s sleep. Come to think of it, the doctor laughed, too.
I’m a walking joke right now with my tattoo and glass beads around my neck. But I’m laughing. And that’s a good thing.
So tell me: How was your week?