Oh, ouch.

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Bad, bad, headache.  No, Vox didn't cause it.  Laughing at my response to foam's query at her blog isn't the cause.  No, pushing my clock around is it.  I didn't go down until 8:00 or 9:00, maybe later.  Then I slept like the dead I think.  I didn't roll, not sure I moved.  *bam*  And my neck suffers, thus the headache.  As far as headaches goes, it's a beaut.  It's not a migraine, but as for just regular headaches, it is a perfect 10.  The pain is clean, bright, and clear like lightning.  There is just enough throbbing near the spine to add that element, but it doesn't come close to the major pain, just a nice solid backbeat to fill out the pain profile.  The skeletal portion is just that right amount of ache that one looks for to boast an exquisite medley of suffering.  And the whole thing, all together, is enough to keep thinking to very narrow pathways.  Hmm, pain as a fine wine of sorts?  Who knew.  Actually, after tasting fine to table to swill, I prefer a good headache to most wine, so... there is that.

I woke at about 17:00.  I noticed my mother had called.  She has received all her packages, and as per my instructions, opened all but two.  Then again, maybe, maybe not.  She fibs every bit as much as I, if misunderstandings occurred.  I tell her I am taking my meds, even if I slipped.  So she doesn't worry, at least if it was a short term.  While I asked her to save the two smaller packages for Christmas, she may have missed my instructions, or... in her exuberance, mislaid my instructions.  Still, I'll take her word for it.  Anyway, one of the things I got her, that she was technically allowed to open, was a package of #10 cans of freeze dried meals.  A couple beef stroganoff, a couple chicken and rice, chicken teriyaki, and several other chicken entrees.  She had beef stroganoff on mashed potatoes with her roommate the other night.  Delightful, she thought.  For all the meals, as such, that she has sweated to get the ingredients for from the store, then chopping, separating, and preparing, then all the hot kitchens she has stood in, slaving for a little food for those under her care, I just thought she deserved a little ease of eating once in a while.  And it is a good store.  She might even consider, when her largish supply runs low, of adding a can once in a while to have on hand.

Then she goes and tells me she made fried liver and onions.  She confuses my brother and myself, I think.  She meant to tease gag me.  My brother literally tossed that up, when we tricked him by telling him it was steak.  (My idea, since I thought he was faking... my bad.)  Nope, wrong son.  But she did get a rise out of me, that of jealousy.  I LOVE her onions and liver.  She pan fries it, making a gravy.  I have never found any restaurant or person who makes liver as she does.  I miss that like I miss her true Mexican food.  I can get some passable taste of Mexican, from time to time, but not liver.  Danged woman has us boys pegged, even when she mixes us up!

Yes, I'm back on medicines.  That might help explain the headache, or the sleep problems that might be the cause of the headache, but just as likely neither.  I just lead a painful life sometimes.  With half the dishes done, I decided to thaw meat.  Steak!  Well, and chicken gizzards.  But steak first.  Last night, then today.  The steaks came in two-packs, which I meant to break up but never did, so... I had to that them together.  Oh, woe is me, innit?  As such, I have some impetus to finish the dishes and laundry.

Oh, my wish for snow?  We got, I would say, about four inches, here.  Logan, only 23 miles away?  At least eight inches.  But furthers south they got rain, which froze into a half inch sheet, then it snowed, then it rained and froze on top of that.  For my part?  I'm good with snow.  I will, perhaps tomorrow, see if the snow blower works under load.  Later.