Yesterday, my day off, I woke up with a "pretty bad" headache. They can usually be resolved with Excedrin and a very cold, caffeinated beverage.
I was wrong, as it turned out. It was a migraine and I later found myself desperately swallowing my phenergan at the bus stop.
Ron and I didn't have any trips. When I got up, I found Ron sleeping in his bed, Pretty Girl lying next to his head. I think she's claimed him as her special human.
She loves me, but not the way she loves Ron. She finds him wonderful, someone to cuddle, someone to pet her, someone who stays in the same position for hours (unlike Mommy). I'll take her scraps.
He is not giving her any treats, either. We had a talk about that.
Ron wanted to go to McDonalds. I had just taken the execdrin and went back to bed for an hour. When I got up, around 8, I told him I'd go.
We ended up leaving around 9:30. As usual, we took his ma…