Good morning from the Front Porch. I have a headache. Can't for the life of me figure why I'm sharing this bit of useless info, other than it was the first thing that popped into my mind when I sat down to type this. We are nearing the end of a weather holding pattern that has been perfect for the lucky headache-less vacationers who chose this past week to visit their camps. Clear skies, 80 degree temperatures and cool breezes. At the moment the We-Guessers, who probably don't have headaches, are claiming it is 69 degrees with 59% humidity, 6 mph winds and sunny skies. I concur. Lovely weather. I think the cute little Nuthatch in this morning's weather picture, who probably doesn't even know what a headache is, would agree with me. That is, if I spoke fluent nuthatch and he were of a mind to answer my query. Lovely, lovely weather. And I have a headache. Did I mention that? Oh yes. I see now that I did. I know I have a wish for you this morning, as I do most mornings, but I can't seem to find it. It's rattling around in my head somewhere, hiding from me. The same head that has a headache, doncha know. I'm gonna take my head and go throw it in the shower. Wanna see if that's the cure for this headache I have. Oh yeah... of course! Silly me! My wish for you today, may you lead a headache free life. And if you don't have that good fortune, may your headaches be brief and few. By the way, I have a headache. Just thought I'd mention it.
