Not tracking anymore

Have had a mixed weekend. Friday night was good, Saturday was good, Sunday I had a migraine which I caught earlier than usual and as a result spent the rest of the day after I'd slept it off with the resulting hangover and being quiet and floppy, preferably on people.

I didn't get to the gym this morning just in case the hangover stayed, but when I was woken by the rain pouring down at 6.00am and the cool breeze blowing across my body before it occured to me that if the breeze was nice, the rain was probably blowing in the window and I had to close it.

I shall go tomorrow though. The coffee is set and I will make my lunch and salad for dinner when my cat decides to leave my lap for somewhere else. I smell of Anti-Flamme, as I still have lots of bruises. My Grandad A. whom I get the von Willibrands from, refuses to be tested for it, but it couldn't come from any of my other relatives, is currently in hospital after another mini-stroke, but is apparently doing quite well and is rather chipper. Gran is doing less well, but seems to be coping.

Am rereading Curse of Chalion. I've lost track of how many times I've read it now. It's probably the book I've read the most.