At first I thought it was due to the incessant burden of removing three seeds from every jumbo, seeded purple grape. I’ve become so accustomed to seedless grapes, could this headache have been a result of de-seeding, with only an occasional lazy crunch, sixty or seventy grapes? No, unlikely. A more realistic explanation might be found in the three hour starring competition with two computer screens while an uncapped dry erase marker moved around my desk.
Regardless, the headache persisted through my commute home. And now that I’m home and the demands of family life are sated, I will take this headache as an invitation to relax.
And to drink more water.