My mom brought her electric piano over last night. I thought C&D would like to explore the concept of watching music happen. They liked it, much more than the “repeat” button on the CD player. In fact, they loved it.

Carmen got tired of standing next to me and watching so she shoved her chair over. But soon I called the concert over. In just ten minutes I felt dizzy and nauseous.

Playing music apparently requires too much brain. So then the question is this: Do I give my head a rest, or do I push through in the hopes that it’ll go away, or . . . by painful repetitions maybe I will strengthen the connections that are somehow broken?

I would try to think harder about it, but I’m already sick. It’s time for C&D to eat lunch, anyway. I don’t want to cook for them because I’m nauseous (and typing this isn’t helping). I have a mental image of throwing them some fish sticks toward their direction, sort of like a zookeeper feeding the lions.

It might be a good day for delivery. Again.