Yesterday I woke with a migraine. Perfect. One of those days. I scrubbed my plans to restart my daily walk. Even though the temperature was in the range I love for walking, the humidity was high, and the air quality was questionable. Thinking about each footfall hammering in my already throbbing head nearly made me nauseous. I chose another day of yoga instead. While some postures increased the drumming, at least I wasn’t a mile from home.
I made a fresh batch of tomato sauce since my garden has reached full production mode. But I am baffled and can’t figure out why the sauce is disappearing as fast as I cook it. The sauce, made with my fresh basil, is excellent. At this rate, I won’t have any extra to freeze for later in the winter. Perhaps I need to place a note in my garden planner to double the number of plants I set out next spring.
I was hoping the migraine would ease, but I wasn’t that lucky. A dull, persistent roar was the lowest volume I had heard all day. While it was better than earlier, it still made concentrating difficult. I selected another short book to read, and I finished it in a few hours. Too tired to attempt anything further, I opted for an early bedtime.
I always remember my number one writing priority. My core habits are strong, and writing a little every day is my secret weapon. Yesterday I wrote 220 words.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer