We don't often get migraines at our house, for which we are deeply grateful.
Enough of my flist does, however, that I thought a good proportion might enjoy this
etymology of migraine, and how it began as hemicrania, half-head.
I'm waiting for the Tree People to come, which has been a bit of a headache. Our utility-location service bungled the job a bit, and so things are five days late, and it's raining. A nice cold rain, so they'll be digging in freezing mud. Sorry, fellas, really. Not their fault.
Ace does not want to go outside. He lacks the rugged cold-defying spirit of
diggerlicious or
Fearsclave's Jack. Indeed, he lacks the rugged cold-defying spirit of Fearsclave's
cat.