I loved you until today. You brought me “The Sinner,” “The Americans,” and “Homecoming.” I’ve been a happy little binger. I lost myself in each series. By the way, I also lost my first pound since December 20. I know we typically don’t think of loss as something to smile about, but I’m a fan of contradiction and unexpected whimsy. I’ll tell you what I’m not a fan of: migraines. And today, January, you brought me one, like a tail-less lizard dropped on my doorstep. Maybe you thought you were showing me your devotion. Maybe you thought I would appreciate your unsolicited gift. But I did not. Your disappointment robbed me of a productive day of laundry, writing, and whatever else I might have tackled had you not tackled me. I lost a day–spent it on the couch. And it hurt. The more I sat, the more my body hurt. We know that bodies need movement, and you pinned me down in pain. So, January, let’s get it together, okay? Knock this shit off.