Lights and lightheadedness
My outdoor Christmas lights are starting to have a personality. Or at least I'm giving them one and since I control time and space said personality is now fact.
You see the lights are solar powered. Which means that if it's a sunny day I come home and they stay lit well past the point when I go to bed. If it's an overcast day they light up, but not for as long or as brightly (depending on how dark the day was).
In some places Christmas lights are called fairy lights. I have thus been imagining little fairies either getting to relax on sunny days, or having to fight to not get blown away by wind and rain, and thus they either have plenty of energy to light their butts up for me, or they only have a little bit but they still want to do the butt lighting so that they can give me a cheerful welcome home.
(Fairy lights TOTALLY come from their butts. Everyone knows that.)
So I get home and thank the little fairies for their efforts to give me a nice greeting. It's only polite.
Unrelated... or perhaps very related to all this has been the strange state of me this week. On Tuesday I had a headache, which then led to an urpy stomach, which is all normal for me. But then the headache faded and my stomach did not feel better and I'll stop giving you details now because then it gets gross.
I felt physically better by Wednesday, but mentally I have been off since Tuesday. Off like walking into the ladies' room when I meant to take the door for the staircase, or not getting off of the elevator when it reaches my floor because I totally blanked on what was going on.
So... maybe what I assumed was a migraine/sinus headache was me being sick? And this is a symptom of it?
Either that or there's a fairy who doesn't think I've been showing enough gratitude and has retaliated by burrowing up my nose, into my skull, and is now playing merry havoc with some of my nearest and dearest braincells.
So that's the latest here.
You see the lights are solar powered. Which means that if it's a sunny day I come home and they stay lit well past the point when I go to bed. If it's an overcast day they light up, but not for as long or as brightly (depending on how dark the day was).
In some places Christmas lights are called fairy lights. I have thus been imagining little fairies either getting to relax on sunny days, or having to fight to not get blown away by wind and rain, and thus they either have plenty of energy to light their butts up for me, or they only have a little bit but they still want to do the butt lighting so that they can give me a cheerful welcome home.
(Fairy lights TOTALLY come from their butts. Everyone knows that.)
So I get home and thank the little fairies for their efforts to give me a nice greeting. It's only polite.
Unrelated... or perhaps very related to all this has been the strange state of me this week. On Tuesday I had a headache, which then led to an urpy stomach, which is all normal for me. But then the headache faded and my stomach did not feel better and I'll stop giving you details now because then it gets gross.
I felt physically better by Wednesday, but mentally I have been off since Tuesday. Off like walking into the ladies' room when I meant to take the door for the staircase, or not getting off of the elevator when it reaches my floor because I totally blanked on what was going on.
So... maybe what I assumed was a migraine/sinus headache was me being sick? And this is a symptom of it?
Either that or there's a fairy who doesn't think I've been showing enough gratitude and has retaliated by burrowing up my nose, into my skull, and is now playing merry havoc with some of my nearest and dearest braincells.
So that's the latest here.