I had a productive weekend, with Costco shopping, tons of laundry, cleaning, and getting ready for our yard sale next month. I'm also incredibly blue because of damn hormones and crying at the drop of a hat. That's usually my 24-hour trigger. It's pretty reliable that way. Crying and a desperate need for ice cream. I haven't indulged the ice cream, though.
Okay, that's no longer true. I got interrupted mid-post, realized we were out of milk and needed to run to the store, and, well, now ice cream has been consumed.
I'm nothing if not predictable.
Let's hope my cycle is, too. I don't need another day of this.