Headache

Oh Lord, do I have a headache this morning! I know I can't drink. Two cups of spiked eggnog did the trick. OK little Bernie I will see you this morning. I hope nobody asks me to read this morning as I will fall with my head into the Gospel book. OK. Steady, one step at a time. Where is the wall? Where is the hot tea to get me out of this? I need St. Lucy this morning. I can't open my eyes.