Today is the first day that I've come home and not been super excited about my workout. It's a gloomy day. I just feel irritable. I'm attributing my mood to PMS, which I have not been bothered by for a good 22-1/2 years until the last few months. Each month, my PMS mood varies. One month, I want to claw your eyes out. The next month, I cry if I have to wait too long at Starbucks. I almost cried during a meeting this morning because I couldn't get the dial-in number to work. There must be some clock in my body saying "time to change the hormones." Hormones are pretty much responsible for the world, by the way. The good decisions and the bad ones. Maybe I should get some of those bio-identicals.
I'm going to get my evening walk out of the way so I can come home and spend a quiet Friday night on the couch watching a movie, eating some cheese and drinking red wine. Not too much, though, because I have to get up early to volunteer for the spring games of the Special Olympics of Texas. It's one of my favorite charities, and it's such a privilege to be part of it. I'm sure my mood will change when I see all the athletes giving their 110%.
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