There is always this strong desire to "do" things, to have unlimited energy, enthusiasm, motivation. And nothing can be more motivating in trying to get a home put together than being left homeless. But the constant migraines leave you so incapacitated that it's added frustration in a situation that is already an exercise in frustration.
Despite being a gorgeous 65 degree's I couldn't shake this migraine, and it grew steadily worse until I could do no other than stop work around 10.30 am this morning and crawl back to this shed to try and sleep it off.
My cup runneth over.
Yesterday I bumped into Don Spencer, whom I obtained the metal roof from 2 years ago. He has more used metal I wanted to buy to go over the single wide trailer, but when I arranged to go and pick it up and buy it last autumn with John Boyd, John never arrived. Without a trailer or help it was impossible for me to pick it up.
Yesterday Don said that with spring just around the corner perhaps I could get something done this year. Lord, I beg for that to happen.
While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit some attention. ~ Robert Burns