I wonder if there was no fall in the garden of Eden if there would be migraines. Puppies would have lived forever and kibble would flow free at their slightest command. There would be no need for kitten first aide and ice cream would be negative calories. But alas we fell and hard. So my headache is here wrapping it’s pointy fingers around my brain and firmly squeezing it into submission. And I in this weak human frame surrender to it’s tyranny and take motrin and wait. If the apple hadn’t been so red and delicious I’d be able to fly with wings of grace and clean this world of mine until it sparkles.
In the meantime let’s dance to our second chance.