Pushing ten pm.
I feel pretty good today. I finally wrestled that migraine to the ground. I took yet another headache pill around 8 this morning. The headache washed away within 30 minutes or so, replaced by the faint euphoric feeling characteristic of this medication.
I had a pretty good day at work, too. Well rested, and sans migraine, I didn't feel sick or tired or anything else. Had a nice pizza lunch as a woman in my building is selling pizza to raise funds so she can rappel outside of a perfectly nice building in the downtown. And when I got home tonight, and after dinner and the news, I was able to come downstairs to my home office and produce my latest true crime piece for Frank. It took me about two and a half hours. My editor graciously let me finish the piece tonight, even though it is hard against the deadline for the issue that comes out next week. I hope he doesn't have to do many changes to the text and that it goes in to print with few changes, if only to save him some work.
It is another unsolved murder case, from the early 00's. I will tell you which one next week when the magazine comes out.
(Yes. I am a stinker for not telling you which case it is.)
The weekend will be here in mere hours. What will we do? Hard to say. So many things to do that have to be done that are not one bit of fun. We can put some of them off a bit, but only a bit. I think some of those things will be worked on this weekend. Sigh, and double sigh.
Gotta turn in. Need some seepy time.
See you tomorrow.