Between typhoons, missiles and rain, it’s been a pretty dreary weekend.
The missiles don’t bother me as much as they probably should, mostly because they don’t trigger migraines. (Yeah, I know, death, destruction, and mayhem, but when you have a migraine that’s pretty much what you wish on the world anyway.)
The typhoon, though, triggered a migraine yesterday and offered rainy, gray, dreary weather today.
This, as you might imagine, inspired me to do very little.
I got some writing done, but mostly I researched a bunch of nonsense based on one or two random notions that got stuck in my head. I also finished watching season five of Angel.
Now the big worry is She Who Must Be Obeyed and our youngest getting back from Niigata safely. They plan to travel back tomorrow and I’d tell them to wait, but I’m not He Who Must Be Obeyed and any suggestion that they should wait might actually trigger the opposite reaction.
Instead I may tell them to rush home. Either way, I’ll probably spend the day worrying.