The Shriners Clowns.
That's the one. The thing that happened within the past week that makes me buzz. It has story written all over it. And Charlie - the boy who was born to be a clown. The mason connection with my dad. The anniverary lunch. Clown school. Everything.
And that's how it works. Things happen. They make sense. Everything falls into place.
If you are lucky - you are aware, you pay attention. You listen. Things tell you stuff. If you are not too busy.
I guess that is kind of what a migraine does to me - knocks me on my ass, makes me weak, then opens me up to the thought of something new.
Headaches have a pattern. Skip the first part as I don't understand the triggers as it's more like chemistry, and go to the next: denial. It is always, "No, this isn't going to be a migraine." (Pop an allergy pill). But after that it's usually down hill. Fast.
I was hoping the steroids I took for the back would help to "reset" my body, as the neurologist had suggested. I held out hope.
Enough about my head.
I may have something here with the clowns. I am going to go back to my GWW book and read to the next prompt and see where it takes me.
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