Tuesday, 16 September, 1997 11:53

I woke up today with a headache, which continues to worsen as the day goes on. I don't like headaches very much, mostly because of the pain.

So far, nothing drug-wise has been able to do anything for it. In a little while, I will take some more Advil and see if that helps.

It is much too windy here to go fishing today, anyway, so I didn't. I didn't get up early enough, either. I do need to have some physical activity so that I can go back to sleep for five or six hours before I go to work, though. Maybe I'll take a walk; I haven't been on the Shunga Trail for a couple of months. I would like to get back in the 4-5 mile-a-day walks that I was doing back before Doggie started going downhill.

That won't happen today, though, unless this headache goes away.

This is a picture that JD took with my polaroid of Tyler and me shortly after Marta and I got divorced. My favorite saying of the time was painted on the wall behind us. As usual, click on the picture to get a full-sized one.

The picture on the right is of my mother in 1936; she was 19 at that time. A very pretty girl, if I do say so. Mom has persisted in calling herself "plain" or "homely" ever since I can remember. It has always been obvious to me that she is (and was) neither. Inferiority is complex; so are our self-images. For years, mom's view of herself and the world influenced me a lot. That has changed radically since I got sober and actually thought about such things rationally.

Well, that sounds pretty stuffy: I hope that my thinking is rational now, because I don't see anything on the horizon that might change it...

This is enough for now. I'm going to take my head and bury it in a pillow. There might be more later, or maybe not.