Men may want to simply go on to the next blog. Just fair warning.
Actually, I would be the no-brainer.
Because mental pause has stolen it again.
It began Friday. I was able to get up and cook breakfast and see The Young One’s paterfamilias on their merry way, but after that my energy and clarity of thought all just drained away. Saturday wasn’t much better and Sunday was just plain awful. I was just incapable of doing much more than making breakfast (which we had at noon) and dinner (which we ate at 10 p.m.). I was cranky and short-tempered and tired fuzzy-brained. Fortunately, I started my period (only 4 days late this month, but I can’t remember the last time I had a 28-day cycle), so my mood will now smooth out – it’s already better – but the tiredness and inability to concentrate is still here.
You know, I have always loved being female. I just have; there has been no penis envy that I am aware of. I was a bit of a tomboy growing up, but I had no desire to be a boy. Even when I began having the good ol’ monthly visitor (at the age of ten), I didn’t mind being a girl. As an adult, I enjoyed being a woman – for the most part, I still do.
But not this weekend. In fact, I can safely say that this weekend I didn’t enjoy being a human being. Or today for that matter – I look at this huge pile of work on my desk and think about everything I need to do and all I want to do is just cry, which isn’t like me at all.
I guess this is a roundabout way of explaining why I’ve posted nothing but photographs for the last 3 days and why there is no recipe for City Chicken today (you’ll get it Friday? Maybe?). And why I’ve been absent from commenting on blogs. Hopefully as the week goes on, I’ll come back round to my old self. I really hope so, since Beloved leaves a week from today to go to California for business and to see Jolly, who will be having her little bundle of joy on the 31st if everything goes well, and will be gone for 2 1/2 weeks. And I’d really like not to be an incoherent sloth while he’s here.
Anyone have a good incoherent sloth remedy?