Day 20

This I am writing the next day, after a day's worth of a screeching, ibuprofen-proof headache that left me all closed up and messy inside. Saved, I was, by my beautiful son who climbed up beside me at some point to do "energy work, Dad": cool hand that turned to Sophie-dog heat in 30 seconds flat, then counseled me on and demonstrated a good head massage as well, the little 7 year old yogi-dawg. The pain did not fully abate, but it got me on the right track. Before dozing off, I called on Jesus and Mary, who came in for the final swoop. Woke on Day 21 with my head back.