Brain Hurts

Have taken my last Imitrex this morning. It doesn't so much make the pain go away as make it go elsewhere. Without the Imitrex, the pain wraps around my cheekbones like a facehugger and tries to suck my brain out either my temple or my eyesocket. With the Imitrex, the pain sits on top of my head like a hat and pulls my hair for 8 hours. Then the drug wears off and the pain, like my bustline, succumbs to gravity and heads southward once more.

On the other hand, when I woke up this morning, I had a brand new sensation - not in agony. What's pathetic is that I've been hurting so long that I had to stop and *think* about what I was feeling and not feeling.

Assorted linkage of general interest: There are now sweaters and earrings (including cute Batman earrings) up on 4goodcauses.

Time Magazine has listed their "100 Best Novels 1923-present." ('23 being the year Time began.) Looking at it, I've read 10, another 2 are in my TBRs, and I haven't read the specific book listed, but I've read/have in TBR other books by three of the authors.

Surfing Amazon for a cookbook mentioned in today's Food section produced a hit for Betty Crocker's Indian Home Cooking. Imitrex or not, my brain just exploded.

On another note, I promise to watch The Colbert Report forever 'n' ever if he just promises to invite no one but TV journalists and plays "Gravitas" with them all.

Resolution decisions

There were a bunch of little resolutions that I had still intended to get done this year - a quilt, hang some art, soapmaking (I've been fascinated for a year, have most of the ingredients in my basement, and still have not made the first batch on my own.)

But... with 10 weeks to go, I've kinda stopped caring about the small stuff. I need to rip out and replace the insulation under my bedroom, ASAP. I need to pull together enough money to cut down the rotting oak in the front yard. I lost at least a week for this migraine, I have a 4-day Thanksgiving holiday in coming, the Christmas holiday, roughly a dozen review books to catch up on (and that's with dropping Once Written)...

So I'm just not able to muster the slightest amount of interest in whether my mending gets done in the next few weeks or not. Not sure if it's the headache talking, or seasonal blahs (I stopped doing resolutions around this time last year too, although for much more compelling reasons) or what, but I'm just not giving a damn right now.

( This isn't to say that I've had a lax year. )

Even if I stop utterly now - and there are some things I still plan on doing, like NaNoing my uncollected recipes - I've not utterly wasted 365 days. But I think it's time to say "I've done enough" and to look forward to the holidays (and the attendant issues surrounding them, such as cookie-baking parties) and lift the nagging burden of doing this thing or that little thing. Replace the insulation and then just relax.

Time enough to deal with the long-since-written 2006 list of things to do.