so the only good thing about a migraine?

Is that once it's gone, all-the-way-I-promise-not-to-come-back-til-September gone? Everything in the world seems full of sparkle and deserving of snuggles. Every last bloody thing. Calloo, callay!

(It's almost but not quite enough to make me buy the 'bad things happen so you can appreciate good things' line of theodicial reasoning. But I won't! I won't, I won't, I won't. *grins foolishly at the world at large*)