This morning I thought to myself, ‘Gee, Mary, it’s been awhile since you’ve had a headache.’ (And yes, I think to myself in old lady voice). Then, of course, I got to work, logged into my computer, and noticed the familiar twinges of dull pain behind my eyes. And then I opened my desk drawer and lifted the tray and discovered NO TYLENOL. Sigh. I had to run down Columbus Avenue, in the cold, news-worthy temperatures, to the Duane Reade just to replenish my stash of adult chewable Tylenol.