Okay, so I've had a headache for the last . . . oh, I don't know . . . 30 years or so. Not continuously, of course, but off and on for what seems like forever. Pretty sure it's genetic. My mother suffered from headaches, and at least one sister and my brother do, too. And now it seems I've passed that lovely gene on down to my children. It could be worse, though. The headaches could be brought on by some horrible disease or illness. But, fortunately, they're not. They're just headaches. No real cause . . . maybe a little stress . . . but my headaches don't really need a reason to show themselves. They seem to invite themselves into my world whenever they feel like it. No formal invitation required.
So, I think I'll just pop some ibuprofen and think about it later. After all, tomorrow is another day! And the sun'll come out tomorrow. So, I'll just Wait Until Tomorrow (Jimi Hendrix). See, I told you I had a headache.