This is one of those weeks where I should probably just skip writing and call in sick to this blog. Except that you all know that it would take me 700 words to say I am not going to write today so what the heck – I’ll just write. Please lower your expectations on today’s post because I certainly am not up to putting out much effort.
I suppose I now have to explain the first sentence. It’s just a simple headache – I woke up with it and it refuses to go away. So far the following remedies have failed:
Starbucks raspberry latte with pastry
Grilled Cheese sandwich
Working in the shop
Sitting still quietly in front of the computer
Cup of tea
Now, it’s really bad when a cup of tea won’t cure a headache. Tea is good for everything and is the general specific for most aliments. It’s rare that a cup of tea won’t make things better. Sadly, I sit here with a cup of tea and a home-made scone – Heather makes the best scones, if there were any left I’d invite you over for some.
Okay, there are plenty left but I am going to be selfish and keep them all for me, er us, um – Heather and I.
Boom, boom, boom – I keep hearing that sound. It’s either half time at the super bowl or the sound of my headache. I also feel a little sick to my tummy and the world is spinning a bit. I wouldn’t mind the world spinning around so much if it would just keep going the same direction. First it’s clockwise then counter-clockwise – make up your mind, spin left, or right, just quit changing. Making me sea sick and I’m 30 miles from the nearest boat ramp (well that’s a lie, I have no idea where there’s a boat ramp around here).
Wish I knew why I have a pain in the brain. I can rule out a hangover – I haven’t had enough to drink in the last decade to rate one of those. Although a hangover wouldn’t be so bad – at least I’d have a few vague memories about having had a good time at some point during the previous evening. The only thing I can point to is that I didn’t sleep well last night. Bit of trouble getting to sleep and staying asleep. Don’t know why – don’t recall dwelling on anyone thought, other than, “when will I go to sleep?”
Maybe it’s just residual stress from work last week. They’re moving me to a new office on Monday and there was the usual stressers involved there plus the fact that the commute to the new office is going to suck. Then there was the massive failure of my servers and well, just having to show up at work.
Maybe it came from seeing my financial adviser on Friday and learning how far from retirement I really am. He seemed unable to help me with my plan to become eccentric millionaire who’s retired to a small seashore village spending his days making candle holders from drift wood. Well, he was able to help with part of the plan – he was fairly certain I’ve got eccentric down.
Maybe it was thinking about a question a friend asked about 18 months ago. After talking to friends about all the creative stuff Heather and I do, I was asked, “Are you going to do commission work?”
Still trying to figure out if she was being serious, or if I just missed a joke somewhere.
Maybe that’s why I have a headache – takes forever for a thought to make it all the from one side of my brain to the other.
I have thought about making a living from my woodworking. So far my conclusion is: that would be cool. Sometimes I think I should sell some of my work, if for no other reason than earning a few dollars to buy new tools, wood and supplies. Don’t discount the vanity factor either. Come on, wouldn’t it make you feel good to know that people would actually pay you money, real cash money, for the things you make with your own hands?
It would make me feel good. Might help my headache.
Till next week,