Day 104

Blahest day. Woke up in the same funk as i slept in, or possibly worse. Lots of strange dreams and tossing and turning. Finally dragged achy sleep deprived exhausted self to loo and discovered - drumrolls - spotting is here. 3 days early. But PHEW. Predictability is a relief. At least im not depressed. Or bipolar. PMS it is. Anyway the enormous relief quickly lost, went for family walk. So hot. Blistering sun. Boy said I'm having a good hair day, and my eyes looked great with the remnants of last nights color, and then I managed to help a lost stranger with directions to the CRC soccer field. So in all that confidence, I regale him with the less lawn, more life vision. So - are you interested. And of course, he is not. Then silence, set off at a brisk solo pace home, more heat, more sweat, more blah. Couch, clarissa, huffs. Then nap. Then wake up to go to Ormond. Blah deepens. Make up on account of coincidental symmetrical dressing. Then meditative momo making. Then eating and small talk. Endless. Falling in deep pit of despair. Luckily short. Left by 10. Thank the lord for doggos. Straight to bed. May the periods havoc be contained.

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