I got hit with a migraine yesterday. Not surprising considering the stormy weather than keeps rolling through … and some extreme levels of stress on top of it. So the only interesting thing that happened yesterday was spending over an hour on the phone teaching my mom The Lord’s Prayer in High German. For the record, this is an ill-advised activity for when one has a migraine. Of course, there wasn’t much else to do around here Friday, what with the electricity in our neighborhood popping off and on whenever it felt like it. Apparently an actual storm is no longer necessary to screw up our electrical supply. Nope, now all it takes is the threat of storm.

The head is a little better today. Once I finish the last of the greasy dishes and feed the household, I’m going to take something and go back to bed for a while. After all, it’s the weekend, the Blanton Museum is opening, and I’ll be damned if I am going to let something like head pain keep me from enjoying that! I’ve been waiting for months and months! I’d like to go tonight and catch some of the musical groups that are playing, but if that doesn’t pan out, my plan is to head over there at 5 am for cereal, juice and cartoons. How often do you get to sit in beanbags eating sugary-sweet cereal while watching the cartoons of your youth in a huge art museum? Never! That’s why it’s imperative that I partake of this opportunity. I’m trying to convince Lin to join me at 8 am for coffee and donuts, and then maybe we can hang out until the ribbon cutting at noon. It’ll be a long day, but there’s plenty to do and look at, so I bet the time flies.

Of course this is all dependent on whether or not my head ceases to feel like exploding. At the very least, I’m going for the ribbon cutting and lawn party afterwards … and I will be dragging Lin along, kicking, screaming and in leg irons if necessary. The boy is going to experience some culture, and that’s all there is to it.

The natives are getting restless, and everyone’s got grumbling tummies. I better finish up those dishes soaking in the sink and whip up a batch of French Toast … and cat food for the four-legged critter.