It’s a mystery to me how it got in. I checked the windows and the doors – locked tight – and the cats didn’t act too far out of the ordinary suspicious. Besides, even though they can open the cabinet doors, I have yet to witness them negotiate a doorknob.
Never-the-less, sometime late, late Saturday or early, early Sunday some kind of very large creature came into my home and stepped on my head. Hard.
I know it had to be some sort of immense creature that did a stomp dance on my cranium because that is the only explanation I have for how bad my head hurt when I woke up Sunday.
Excrutiating. Nauseating. Ear-ringing. Pain.
Ok, so perhaps there’s another explanation – it’s what happens when Auntie Maudie goes off her meds.
Only this time was the World Series of Headaches whereas the ones that came before were mere Circuit Events.
I managed to make it the few steps from the bedroom to the living room couch where I planted myself for the rest of the day. Curtains drawn to keep out the ice-pick sharp stabs of light that slipped in. There was nothing I could do, though, to silence the bells of Notre Dame tolling in my ears.
The cats behaved as well as they could, eventually curling up with me. The 20 pound baby, Katy, on my chest and little ‘ol lady Melba curled up beside me. Somehow they knew to tread softly and keep the purrs to a dull roar.
I’ve never before experienced that level of pain. The acetometophin an impotent David in the shadow of that Goliath of a headache. All plans for the day fizzled. It was an ironically appropriate end to a week that felt out of focus and off-step.
Rewind to the beginning of the week and the exciting new venture with Pokerworks which came to be just as I had vowed to go on a poker hiatus for a couple of weeks….
Then my laptop went belly up and I spent nearly three days getting the new one hooked up and connected to the interweb….
On top of that, I started negotiations for a new car…
Saturday was the only really “productive” day which I put to use creating the little Maude Flick (which was way too much fun to make – I giggled too, too much… would someone get me a life, please?).
Sunday was my body’s way of saying – godammit, would you slow down, already?!? If the headache wasn’t enough, late in the afternoon – and starving – I felt well enough to head to the store for some chicken. I was craving roast chicken and our new Super Target didn’t disappoint.
Well, that’s a lie. It did disappoint because the chicken got another portion of my anatomy involved in the “let’s see how much pain she can really stand” Sunday marathon.
So I would officially like to request a do-over.
NON-SEQUITURIAL SEGUE
Last week zipped by before I could catch my breath and really take in this new venture. It still hasn’t soaked in, so forgive me if I act like the freshman who got to hang out with the cool seniors, ’cause that’s how I feel. Just look at this roster:
Dang, how did I get so lucky as to be included in that Algonquin Round Table of blogerati?!? Pinch me (no, wait, don’t – I’ve had enough pain to last a long while).
ANOTHER NON-SEQUITURIAL SEGUE
As I’ve mentioned, I’ve been on a poker hiatus, however, I haven’t been without poker, per se. I’ve been pouring over Gary Carson’s book which has been revelatory. He addresses the problem we’ve all bitched about which is how to beat the really, really loose donk-fest games.
Carson has clarified my muddled thinking and confirmed some of my notions about those types of games. Stay tuned for further elaboration (yeah, I know I keep saying that, but give me time for this stuff to gel in my little pea brain).
AND YET ANOTHER NON-SEQUITURIAL SEGUE
It’s not possible for a blogroll here at maudie.pokerworks yet, so I’m going to try to get some consistent pimpage in instead. To start, though, I want to point you to a couple or three of my favorite NON poker reads.
These blogs are all written by women, by the way. One’s been in existence for about a year, another for about five months and one for about three. They each have a connection to poker bloggerdom, though, I’ll let you read and figure it out – enjoy!
RAMBLING = DONE
Until next time – uh, well, until next time! (completely dry for a pithy poker-related closing here…)