Ah, I was doing so well. The migraines I'd had this month had been pretty minor and less frequent. Then, well, a certain time of month has begun to rear its ugly head, and my head's been spinning ever since. Meh. That, coupled with hayfever (however minor it may be this time), is not helping my enthusiasm or concentration. Mrrrr. But I shouldn't complain. Really. It could be worse, and it has been. I'm just grouchy--blame it on hormones.
On a more positive note, the weather, by my standards, has been ideal. Nary a day above 82 degrees! The door has been open pretty much non-stop all week. Lovely, lovely, lovely.
Finances are kicking my rear, though. Come the end of this month when I pay rent, I'll be down to the last $50 in my account, and I hate cutting it that close. I've just always been the sort to want to have a buffer in my account--I know all too well how often the unexpected occurs at the least opportune moment. Thank heavens for understanding parents! Still, I keep feeling guilty about it, even though I know there's nothing else to be done.
Eight more months... eight more months.