What The Hell
Monday. An encouraging occurrence while taking a bath yesterday: the head for a period stopped aching. I say it stopped, but I suspect that's not accurate, yet given its miserable history, as far as I'm concerned, it receded to the point that it didn't. Ache.
The “condition” lasted throughout the evening. Less so this morning, but the mind seems clearer and for obvious reasons I'm watching it as closely as I watch anything. With my fingers crossed.
So, some more of the Dykes on Bikes photographs up on artandlife this morning. I'm not sure what I think of them as a group, some good, some less so, and I suspect I'm stretching them more than I should to make up two full pages, but what the hell.
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