I am in hell today. It's like 95 degrees here and I'm dealing with AF at her worst. This after she teased me by showing up for our monthly date three days late. :P Thankfully my advil/tylenol cocktail has mellowed her out a little bit, but I'm tired and I really don't feel like doing anything today. Although getting out of my non-air-conditioned house does hold some appeal. I do need to eat after all, and driving someplace where someone besides me makes the food certainly sounds better than the alternative. (The alternative being sitting at home starving because I really don't feel like fixing anything.) I'll consider this and other options while I type up nothing in particular.
Am I alone in thinking it's a lot more satisfying to be lazy on rainy days than sunny ones? Rainy weather seems to instantly excuse the lack of all productivity, as if the potential for getting wet is too horrifying to even consider. On sunny days though, I feel like at the very least I should go outside and absorb some vitamin D for a few minutes. If I wasn't entertaining my dear aunt Flo and any of my friends weren't working today I might go to the beach for a couple of hours. Alas, I shall relegate myself to watching crappy TV and occasionally checking Facebook. Maybe I'll get a burst of energy and do the dishes that have been patiently awaiting a good scrubbing for the past day (or two)...
On the bright side, I know Hubs doesn't expect too much of me on CD2, due to the punctuality of my cramps. Which is really good today because I haven't so much as gotten dressed since I showered a few hours ago. Yep, that's right. I've been lounging around the house in my skivvies for most of the day now. Feels pretty good, too!
Now I'm just babbling. I really should eat some food. I guess that means I should put some clothes on.