Yesterday, 1 pm, worst scotoma in about a decade. Just barely made it home in time to barf – been two decades since that happened with a migraine. Long bath. Bed. Dragged myself up at Jeff’s return and got the octave mandolin from the post office and then back home to collapse. Awake at 5 am and now I have a tremendous post migraine headache and an equally tremendous desire to feel sorry for myself. Right eyelid is drooping…