Today the temperature is supposed to squeak past 70. The sky is a brilliant blue. It isn't even windy. The girls let me sleep until 9. They have found their own food and have been playing all morning. I have the school day planned and the books stacked on the table ready to start.
The day and the week are ready for me, but I am sitting, curled in the corner of the couch with watery eyes and a pounding head. The migraine I had a work yesterday and went to bed with last night was waiting for me this morning.