Monday. Five days now on vacation, spending it with my feet up (naps, videos, more naps, comfort food, naps) and I would like to say the head is better and I've cleaned the living room, put more pictures up and developed the black and white film I have sitting in the closet, but I have not. Cleaned the living room, hung pictures or developed film, even though I really do need new pictures to keep this journal going.
OK. We've heard this before. What now?
Another neurologist. Or two. Or three.
Then again I have another two days vacation. The film and the pictures: I will hang the already framed photographs (that have been leaning in a line against my bedroom wall for months and months) and I will develop the black and white film that has been sitting in my closet for more than a year. There. No, really. I've made the statement and the Sole Proprietor, whomever the hell the bastard might be, never goes back on a promise (before breakfast).