Even having a migraine, with all of its painful and ugly connotations, sounds romantic in French. According to one of my favorite books, Words in a French Life: Lessons in Love and Language From the South of France, by Kristin Espinasse (an American married to a Frenchman and living in Provence), to have a migraine …
May 10, 2014
Obviously, my attempt at the A to Z Blogging Challenge was a complete failure. I solemnly promise to do better next year! I’m afraid my depression, fibromyalgia, and migraines (I’m in perimenopause–yay) got the better of me–that, and trying to keep up with my last required class for my master’s degree. As you can see, I like taking pictures of the books I am reading; it makes me feel brilliant and learned, somehow.
Migraine again today. Grateful for my lovely soft bed, my furry little nurse, and my semi-dark bedroom. Some days, the littlest things matter the most!
Me sporting my new bifocals last night. I mean Progressives. So as it turns out, I did need new glasses–not just new glasses, but bifocals. Ugh. Old lady glasses. But of course most of my friends have them, and they are most definitely not old ladies. George has them too, and he isn’t …