better

Today was better -- woke without a migraine, got the 93 Honda my sister is giving me towed, picked it up later all better and drivable. Hung pictures on the walls, so my room looks like a real living space now, took a print to a framer, for the last wall... Did more unpacking. All in all, a good day. Migraine resurged around 9 pm, but was convinced to tamp down with drugs and tea. Made mental notes for poetry-writing workshop I'll be doing in the summer; thought about Escapade (soon!), and the David Abromowitz con in April. My life considered as a helix of semi-precious gatherings... (old, old, OLD sci fi reference -- where is Chip Delaney when you need him?)