Approaching...
Is that thunder already? asks the Migraineur, feeling the barometric pressure penetrate under his skull to stir-up his gray matter as a confused gumbo, making the world suddenly foggy & eroded in his disorientation.
Sadly, he was having such a good morning for about an hour & a half...
Drats.
(Art © 2012 by j. m. Scoville)
Labels: Bad Barometrics, Migraineur
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