headaching

There are lots of things I could be doing right now.

I could be finishing an application due tomorrow, writing 100-word blobs of meaning that set me apart from the crowd (or bury me deep inside it). But it's not due until late in the day, and I have all morning to potentially wake up and finish it.

I could be outlining a paper due next week, or furthering my 5-10 page piece of creative nonfiction, or getting ahead on some reading. I could be looking for an article of literary criticism directed at the hideously non-linear Mexican novel that I'm blaming for my afternoon headache that has now become an evening headache which leads me to what I am actually doing right this very second: headaching.

I'm drinking tea, and talking to my roommate, and knitting an occasional few stitches and typing thoughts between sentences and sips and secrets, and waiting with a combination of relaxing eyes, warm tea, and ibuprofen for the primary activity to subside.

Ebb and flow... coming and going in waves... it's almost gone... and then it comes back.

Too bad that applies to so many pieces of my life right now.