Tangled Mind

ozymandias_cat is very disappointed: I have left my bed after a rather unpleasant 36 hours of not-quite-migraine* plus general infirmity.

I don't think this was post-Eastercon slump, but it's not impossible that convention life contributed: late nights, booze, chocolate, lack of natural light ...

Now I can do all the stuff I was going to do on Tuesday (con write-up, photos, housewerk) and Wednesday (Song of Time write-up, emails, sociability). And all the stuff I'd already planned for today (Putney, Rachmaninoff).


*the Migraleve, blessed be its name, kept the skullsplitting headache at bay, ditto the vomiting; I was left with dizziness, visual disturbance -- could not read, what is the point of being ill if you can't read? -- sensitivity to sound and light, and tendency to fall asleep at the drop of a cat.