I stopped down by the lake on my way home from my daughter's house on Saturday afternoon and stayed just long enough to snap a few pictures before the migraine I'd been fighting got the better of me and I gave up and headed home where I collapsed on the couch.
It was a beautiful afternoon and Webster Park was full of people eager to soak up some fair weather and sunshine. Sometimes a walk in the fresh air will shake the ache from my head, but that was not to be. Instead I ended up taking some sleepy medicine at about 8 o'clock and then I put myself to bed. Sometimes it's the only option.
The Cabinet Maker was still away on Sunday morning. We typically go to the 9 am service at church. I would have done the same alone if not for the unshakable headache. I decided to attend the 11 am service instead, hopeful that I might run into my son and his wife, or my "long lost" friend Lorrie.
The Montezuma Eagle.
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