judecorp | I am sick of Scott Savol's sausage fingers.

I had the headache from hell this afternoon, but I managed to drag myself to the gym anyway. I did a 40-minute walk and a couple of the arm machines and called it a night to head home for some advil. I thought this was going to be a loss of an evening, but I have to admit that the weather is just too perfect to worry about my aching head.

It's just gotten cool enough now that I can happily curl under a blanket so all the spring breezes can wash over my face without freezing my shoulders. Daedalus and I are lounging on the couch together and we definitely agree: Perfect Night.

A little American Idol, a little House, a little dinner... headache or no, life is pretty calm right now. I like that.