Woke up yesterday morning already into a full-blown migraine headache that hung on all day. Worst I’ve had in many years. It actually hurt to think. Let me say that again: It Hurt To Think!. (No, really. It did.)
Needless to say (but I will anyway cause it’s MY blog) I was pretty much totally useless all day. Tried freezing my brain; didn’t work. Tried heating my brain; didn’t work. Took way too much ibuprofen and aspirin. Didn’t work. So I didn’t get much “work†done as I wanted to. Didn’t trust myself to drive either so I didn’t even check mail.
I tried sleeping after my normal bedtime but it was off and on. Was looking at the clock at 0202 when, in the space of a second (as the clock switched over from 0202 to 0203), the pain was completely gone. Nada. Zilch. Like I’d never had a headache in my life. WTF? So I got some quality sleep until 0515 this morning.
Been moving the Renters “stuff†into storage uphill out of Belfair. Having to pack it all, load it into the truck, take it up, unload it, repeat. Man, she has a lot of stuff! Texted her today that I’m doing that and that I’ve reported her two remaining cars as abandoned and gathering all her “outside†stuff into a pile. Haven’t heard back from her. Yet. Not really looking forward to it either.
She does have a nice underwear drawer though. Cat-O-Nine-Tails. That sort of stuff. Nice.
So, I’m about 3/4 the way to getting the MILA empty. Then I have to go after the stuff outside. Multiple Subaru engines, butt-ton of tires and springs and just parts laying all over the place. I’ve only got to keep all her stuff until 30 May and then I can do with it what I want. OR she can come claim (and remove) it anytime until then. It could go either way right now…
Whole place needs to be cleaned and repainted. We’re going to replace all the lights presently in there with LED lights like we just put in SWMBO’s sewing room. Several of the smaller, round, led lights in the kitchen and hallway (I’m thinking). Try to make it feel less like a dungeon or basement. All the blinds need to be replaced. At least half the floor in the master bed room needs to be replaced.
Anywho, that’s probably enough bitching. Looks like my days will be busy for awhile. Which could be a good thing when you’re my age and “retired.â€