(Peach-blueberry crisp, this time. And I had the nice fellows over at Sambol make us garlic naan, which my grandparents fell upon like ravening beasts. Very happy ravening beasts. My good-kid point total is pretty high tonight. Peach-blueberry crisp tends to make people happy.)
The headache returned in the early part of the day, so I had another nap, this time with assistance from the Nurse Poodle. She set her best toy, Piggy, very gently on my shoulder while I was sleeping. She is a pretty good bop. And the headache receded, and the peasants rejoiced, and then the vertigo came back this evening, so that's not my favorite thing ever. At all. So I'm hoping it'll go away tomorrow, because who needs it? Who wants it? Who feels comfortable going up and down the stairs with it? I will try to make tomorrow a fairly physically easy day in hopes of kicking this stuff to the curb, but it may be that tomorrow is a fairly physically easy day because I'm too unsteady to do much. Hope not. It's nicer when I can take credit for being sensible rather than having good sense thrust upon me.