There is a downside to country living.
I am living alone in the middle of nowhereville.
I fought off a migraine most of the day today. There was no one around. Not a soul. Thank doG for my black curtains in my bedroom which kept most of the light out. But ... I had no one to cry on. No one to feel sorry for me. No one to hold my hair while I puked. No one to tell me to quit being a baby and get my ass up and do something useful. Nothing. And the wind blew all day.
And I'm tired. I slept half the day and I'm exhausted.
I can see why people blow their own heads off. I thought about it today.
How's THAT for a whiney post? I'm getting good at these.