A little chilly still to sit outside and write, so I breathe through my mouth as I type and hope my essential oil diffuser will pour enough lavender into the air supply to save my soul. You know how odor sneaks in anyway? It’s doing that now. It occurs as a small threat to our peace of mind. David has removed himself by taking the garbage and recycling to the “curb” and I attempt to hold my breath. Could be a rough day in Flame. Have I mentioned that life is not dull? It’s not. Really, it never has been, but it certainly isn’t lately. Regardless of the stank, mornings are still my best time. Later in the day, my fatigue sets in and my mood is often erratic. Yesterday I likened it to a chronic and very bad case of PMS. David now says he understands what PMS feels like, and ladies, I believe he does. Thin-skinned, thrown by the slightest curve ball, excessively sensitive, unpredictably dark – and very very tired, these are my constant companions. After our systems being on high-rev for so long, it’s no wonder we are feeling the stress hangover. I pray for physical resilience and for that which makes us stronger not to kill us later.
01 June, 2012 / 2 Comments