I think the metaphorical back of this head-cold I've got is broken – which is good, because it spawned three days of migraines.
Three reasons to be thankful:
- Sinuses are jammed, but my nose has stopped running. I insist on looking at this as a win.
- It's Spring, at last. I say hopefully.
- Pike season's over, and I've caught not a one. But it's always crappie season.