.... there'd be days like this... my mama said.
was she right.
it began ordinarily enough - puppy walks, coffee, debate reviews - when a Little Voice told me that i'd be better off doing my daily chores FIRST, rather than waiting til after four when libby would be home to pitch in.
i didn't understand it, but i've learned enough to go along with the Voices, especially when They offer helpful housekeeping advice, and so i was just finishing up the dishes when the phone rang.
it was meg, with a migraine. you have to help me with jake, mommy. my head hurts too much.
to make a long story short, by one-thirty this afternoon meg and i were on our way to the hospital. she's better now - sound asleep in her own bed while a cold front roars in, bringing with it the high winds and rising pressure that trigger my own bad headaches.
i am so glad i listened to the Voices.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.