headaches

Let's not even talk about this day. My head has ached since 2 this afternoon without remorse. Let us not speak of working late, of vexing people, or unfufilled desires. Let us not speak of sitting on the side of the highway cursing the fuel cylinders.

I would rather speak of the small joy from getting things done in spite of overwhelming mess. Of little victories, books found, help given and thanks recieved. Of the nice, cheering moments, bits of conversation.

I have venison sausage made with jalapenos and cheese, asparagus and small white potatos in my kitchen. There are also black beans and rice. Tomorrow I hope to cook. Right now I will settle for eating Cheetos out of a bag and listening to the whoosh of the dishwasher.