my half a page of scribbled lines
Okay, now that the year’s actually over, you can do those Best Of/Worst Of lists I was just complaining about the other day.
It’s been over in England for a few hours. It’s been over in Sri Lanka for a few hours more.
So, let’s struggle through our assorted drunken stupors and go see what’s out there…
My brief rant yesterday didn’t quite account for alternative perspectives.
Tom Scott reminds us that is is 2020 already…depending on your point of view:
Not sure about anyone else, but for the past week we’ve been under barrage of assorted “best of” or “worst of” lists. Or, more specifically, “The best of the year” or “worst of the decade”.
You’re jumping the gun.
The next few days may be insignificant by comparison.
Or they may not.
The year’s not over yet.
I’ve had chronic migraines for decades.
I started to experience migraines initially when I was perhaps 12 or 13 years old.
They progressively, but slowly, worsened — becoming more frequent over the next 30 years.
They were occasionally severe — debilitating, even: vision and intestinal mostly.
In time, I started to become more aware of what, for me, would eventually be a predictable progression of its prodrome. The prodrome could last several days — leading to the eventual “migraine headache”.
…🤕📜
