~ Saturday, April 21, 2001 ~

 

10:46 p.m. Nothing special about today, at least not from my perspective. Nothing big to report. Day streaked by; I sort of sat in place.

I worked on keeping a rather nasty headache down, and even though I succeeded, it took more out of me than I want to admit. More than a few aspirin, and finally an antihistimine and a nap before it weakened. We were going to make a much-needed round of shopping trips, but I just didn't feel like facing the flashing, slashing sunshine.

Now, it's many hours later and finally the headache is mostly gone.

Also, it was terribly, terribly windy outside today. I'm sure the folks who were cleaning up the beach for Earth Day were sand-blasted and miserable because I could feel the wind blowing through the house, even with all the windows closed up tight.

So -- wind, headache. Not the stuff of greatness. Add to that a steady work routine of slowly but surely working my way through a huge rich-text format file and you have the makings of a day too dull to describe, but which I've stoically just gone and done.

And there won't be any Wind Done Gone, not if Margaret Mitchell's people have anything to say about it, and it looks as if they do. I think the book would have have a much better chance if the proposed title wasn't so dumb.

Headache done gone. Day done gone.