Poor sickie

Captain Midnight came home early today, with the beginnings of a migraine, and went straight to bed. When we were first married, he'd get migraines once every six months or so, then once a year. Nowadays he goes two to three years between migraine attacks, but when they do show up, the symptoms are nasty. I'm just hoping he got home quickly enough that he can fall asleep, and stay asleep through the worst of it.

Brains are weird things, aren't they?