'They have grey fluff that’s blown into their heads by mistake.' – Winnie the Pooh (A.A. Milne)

Tonight I'm lucky to be home safe and sound. That's because I have a migraine. It hit while at work and I could easily have curled up under my desk and gone to sleep. By the time I left, the pain had reduced to a dull roar. As I got to the tram exchange, I almost went to the wrong platform because my brain wiped from memory which line number I live on. At home, after I warmed up dinner, I forgot to turn the gas burner off. As my husband said, 'I could have burnt down the house' – not really likely since we live in a brick house and the stove is properly wired. Still, it's certainly time to go to bed and fully reduce the danger of being myself with a migraine.