Glare

Bright October light has a special low, poke in the eye, sort of glare. I'm terribly photophobic today, and really shouldn't have gone out. But we needed food for lunch.

Especially after the false fire alarm at work yesterday. No blaring klaxon, just a pervasive, persistent strobe light. Didn't realize at first that it was getting to me, until I began to feel nauseated. Waited in my OR, delayed by the surgeon in another room, where the flashes didn't penetrate. Never quite settled after. No migraine, just the subtle threat of one. Don't feel bad, just on the edge with pebbles shifting underfoot.

Not fond of warm and sunny this time of year. Ok, ok, I'd like it cool and rainy six days of seven, fair enough. But it's worse, once I've gotten it into my head that I will need jeans, maybe a sweater, and then have to switch back to shorts.

So, I try to stay cool and still. This is good.

Laid down beside a lounging Moby earlier. He began to attack strands of my hair, leaving D in helpless giggles. Odd to see oneself as prey. He really loves my hair, especially when it was long enough to be in a braid. Not there yet, but I think the silver strands were particularly attractive to this cat's brain.