I had another migraine yesterday. Bad one. After a few hours of ‘faking ok’ I closed all the blinds in the house and forgot the world outside. This morning I’m watering the tomatoes in my bathrobe. They look like a vampire sucked them dry over night, limp, droopy, kind of how I feel. Empty. I don’t know how the tomatoes feel the morning after I’ve had a migraine and not watered them; I feel reborn.