Ummm, well, er, I don't have much to say today. But I promised to show up.
Imagine me sitting in Group Therapy, filling the chair. But I don't want to share today. I'm here. I'm listening. I'm observing.
What used to be a 28 day cycle, is developing into a 21 day cycle. Isn't that special?
I'm too old for this stuff.
Someone needs to inform my body of this fact.
Perhaps I was overlooked in the notification bulk mailing on the subject. My mailing label got gummed up in the machine. Whose files do I need to check?
At least I know where the anxiety was coming from yesterday.
I'm going to go knit now. A nice simple task that I'm pretty sure I can handle.
Knit knit knit.
See the crazy lady knit.
[I've been looking at old Dick and Jane readers on Ebay]