Six straight weeks of travel, several big writing projects, work, children, marriage, property in desperate need of attention, and one gun and machete battle with my resident ginormous pond snake have all conspired to keep me away. I was planning to post something last night, only an accidental overdose intervened.
This week it’s DC, and by yesterday afternoon I was nursing a serious headache. So in between my last meeting and dinner with a friend, I snuck into a drug store to buy Tylenol. Cheap dufus that I am, I opted for the store brand. Later, at the restaurant, I popped open the bottle and took three pills of what I thought was 200mg ibuprofen. Then I had a beer.
Thirty minutes later, I felt like I’d been sitting through a week-long literary theory lecture. I checked the bottle. Ibuprofen PM. Don’t take more than two, the bottle says. Don’t drink alcohol with it, says the little bottle.
Stupid little bottle. Suffice to say I slept well last night. And I think I could sleep another day or two.
Anyway, I know what you’d rather hear about the kids, and possibly my running battle with the snake, replete with shotgun blasts and flying debris, but that will have to wait, because I think I need to go back to bed.
