Good, bad, good

•  Good: I did indeed go to my hyper-safety-conscious nail salon (Royal Nails in Ballard, in case local folks want to know), and I know have blackened burgundy toe nails and black with INSANE holographic glitter fingernails. The main reason I wanted to go wasn't fancy nails, but because paying for the super-indulgent mani/pedi package means I sit in a massage chair for 90 minutes while my legs and arms are massaged until they're noodle-like, which helps with a lot of the inflammatory pain issues.
• Bad: On Sunday an oh g-d pray for a coma migraine came on fast and hard out of nowhere, and all the meds I tossed at it only reduced it a few notches. 
• GOOD: On Monday I SAW DAD! For the first time in a year and a half! OMG I GOT TO HUG MY DAD. He and his ladylove are healthy, and as happy as anyone can be during this slow(ish) apocalypse.