I have been such a crazy bitch for several days. Depressed, eating everything not nailed down and some that was. I picked a fight with the old lady. When asked what I was going to have for dinner, I told L, "Indigestion." Sleeping, not sleeping, easy to offend and probably offensive.
First I was blaming the grey weather, the nasty skies and roads and just missing the sun. Then it occurred to me... hormones. I was having a bout of PMS. Post Menstrual Syndrome. Good old menopause. My first impulse is to wail, "Does it ever end?"
On the way home I stopped at the store and bought chocolate and coffee ice cream, lace cookies, and other munchies. Got in the house and had some right away. I'd just had a healthy dinner of rainbow trout and spinach, two favorites. I wasn't hungry. But after eating the ice cream, I seemed to exhale for the first time in days. It makes no sense, but I feel better.
There is a party I was invited to tonight. Lots of interesting people, loud music, and not a chance anyone there wants to share my mood. I think I will stay home and watch figure skating. Beautiful young women in sparkly outfits jumping on the ice, falling on their butts, getting up with a smile and finishing. I am ready to be impressed and inspired.
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