Bloody weather.

The week started with weather in the forties (about 5 C). Wednesday was in the eighties (26 C), and now it's back down to the fifties again. It's no wonder I'm having migraines. I'm starting to wonder why EVERYONE doesn't have migraines. (Keep in mind, I've been in this area for two and a half years, but before that I lived in a place where a five degree temperature shift was a big deal, and this fifty degrees between day and night bullshit NEVER happened.) We're hoping this is the end of the yo-yoing, and the weather is finally cold to stay. That and a shift in my hormone cycle (I will spare you the details) gives me hope that my migraines will be gone soon. They've already backed off significantly.

Add in that my new medications have kicked in, and I feel almost human.

Wednesday, I had to go to the pharmacy to pry more migraine drugs out of them, and I drove there and back with the windows down. Even though I had a migraine from hell, I knew I had to get the Goober outside, even if it was just to run around in the yard.

Due to the migraines, she's mostly been out at night the last couple weeks (poor kid, being raised by vampires). When we went outside Wednesday, the first thing she said was "Oh dee, leafs on de droun." (Oh dear, leaves on the ground.) Then she ran about inspecting the vegetation (as a plant freak, I'm so proud).


Eventually she settled down in the drive, sifting through piles of leaves and acorns, holding everything up for inspection and for me to name it. Here, she's got an acorn (and yes, she can say acorn, but she thinks it's two words - a corn):


After a good bit of plant inspection, I finally got her to play soccer for a little while; at least, soccer as understood by a two year old.

David Beckham, eat your heart out.