Name it and it will go

My headache is better. Just when I decided to name it Mike the Migraine in honor of an ex-boyfriend who also would not leave when I wanted him to.

So, at the risk of jinxing my luck (even as I write this, pain is niggling at the edges of my brain), I'm declaring myself headache free for the first time in two weeks.

For the record, I refuse to give clean living the credit for it, even though I did go running/walking after work tonight.

And FYI - I still indulge in the occasional libation, Cat. It's good for the blood. Never fear. We will have our margarita date yet!