For my fellow migraine sufferers, you know how these mega-headaches can knock you out for several days.  I am just recovering from a five-day excursion into the land of feeling like my face and brain were both on fire, enjoying an unrelenting quease of the tummy and trying to catch the spots that kept floating in front of my eyes.  Elusive little creatures!  These precious migraine moments have become even more challenging since Catherine came into the world.  I found myself near tears pleading with her to take a long nap so that I could spend some time alone in a dark room with a cold washcloth on my head.  Of course, she had no idea what I was saying.

Combine my busting-with-pain head with the fact that I stepped on and cracked the adaptor to my laptop chasing Catherine away from a vase and you find the reasons for my state of non-blogging.  I am borrowing my husband’s computer this evening so that I can reconnect with my internet world while waiting for a new adaptor to arrive.  (It was so sad to see that little battery symbol go empty and then watch helplessly as my laptop blinked a few quick orange warning shots before its final farewell.)