I had a lot of house stuff to catch up on when I got home from the national RWA conference, which meant I got behind on my writing schedule. So what was there to do but to write all Sunday afternoon?

But when I opened my documents file to my current masterpiece, the boldface, which I use to call my attention to what I need to look at again, seemed much too dark, and the documents pages seemed much too bright. In fact, the whole room seemed too bright. And every sound was an assault on my ears. And the air was suffocatingly warm. And I couldn’t think. And I didn’t want to move. Yes, I had a migraine. I doesn’t get them very often and they’re not as bad as some people’s, but they are debilitating.

Oh well, today’s another day.