Woe-is-me Wednesday....not quite so woeful....

I think I may have finally made it past the horrific pains of caffeine withdrawal. This, the 8th day of Lent, and not a single mg of caffeine has crossed my lips, not a single migraine in 3 days. I do still have a tightness and twinge at the base of my skull (what would normally indicate a full-blown migraine was on its way)...but, so far, all it does is make for a stiff neck-- somewhat like waking with an annoying "crick". ---- much easier to handle.

Second day off from work in a row--- What bliss!--- and I have nothing planned that might interfere with a day of relaxing, story plotting, crafting, etc. So, I have allowed myself two days of leisure, in hopes to ensure those pesky migraines are indeed gone. Which means, I haven't accomplished much in the way of actual writing, but, I'm not going to let myself stress about it..... not yet---- did I mention how bad migraines suck!

But, having a not-writing-leisure-day, doesn't mean I haven't been plotting and percolating ideas in the back of my achy head. I've got a couple of storylines that have managed to surface as a result of my leisure. And, I'm hoping to work them out when I am assured that I can go full-force WITHOUT bringing on a freakin' migraine.

Day 8:
cokes consumed: 0
sugars consumed: bread, fruit

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A-Z Reflections, year 4....

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