Ugh. Migraine last night, for the first time in years and years. Of course I no longer had meds, so was reduced to overdosing on Tylenol PM and whimpering with a cold washcloth over my eyes in between bouts of nausea. Larry was at Evan's camp for Dad's weekend, so I only had Lucy for sympathy. A hot shower at 3 am helped, but that was it for sleep. I feel more human now, but rather wiped out from the PM part of the Tylenol.
So, now that I'm home, I need to be serious about the next trip, the Dreaded Cruise with the MIL. Alaska part is done, with bookings for fishing, kayaking, and whale watching. The weather looks to be horrid, oh joy. We begin with three days in Seattle, which I've done nothing about beyond booking a place to stay. Must read guidebook, Or I will be forced to post a thread on SlowTrav entitled "I'm Going to Seattle, What's Good To See there?" and I will likely be stoned by my fellow Mods.
In other news, my cat is an embarrassment. The trip to the vet was composed of endless repetitions of me saying, "Really, she is so not like this at home. Really really. She's so easy going and laid back," and the vet, who is attempting to wrestle the cat with the help of his not-nearly-paid-enough assistant plus me, so he can put the vaccination needle in without putting out someone's eye, repeating, She's high-energy, isn't she?"/"Wow, it's like the rodeo./She's not happy about this, is she?" Then, the utter indignity of having the huge clump of matted fur she developed while we were away clipped from her belly. The trials of having unmanageable hair, and I can so relate.
Poor Lucy's still sulking.