shanmonster | Pudding Head

I woke up this morning to the beating of wings against my window. A pigeon cooed, and another chirped like a chick. I didn't know pigeons made that sound. Scroffy had apparently brought a prospective mate over to visit, but there was no food to be had, so they both flew off. Later, when I got out of bed, Scroffy was back, and was very demanding. When I gave him a handful of Special K, he devoured a few morsels before pecking insistently at my fingers and fingernails. I don't know what he wanted. Perhaps the cereal wasn't good enough. Maybe he was mad at me for not feeding his girlfriend. Who knows?

I wanted to go to the gym this morning, but my migraine was only barely under control. I felt like a pudding that has been in the fridge too long. A thick layer had formed over the migraine, but I knew it would take one firm shake and I'd be ebullient with confusion and dizziness. I took it very easy today, and had a long, slow, unproductive day. I had brunch with f00, chatted with the owner of a stone shop, and bought two patterns at the Salvation Army. But when I got home, I was feeling very wobbly. Even a laid-back day of slow walking seems to be too much for me, at this point. I hope I've reached some sort of equilibrium by the time I have to teach my dance class tonight. I think I may work on some taqsim, or maybe even veils. Zilling is definitely out of the question. My head hurts just thinking about that.