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I was pretty much out for the count yesterday. Turns out it was a PMS thing, although I didn't recognize it until this morning. Duh. Twenty five years of having a period, you'd think I'd recognize the symptoms... but no, I spent all day yesterday saying "I don't know why I feel so yucky..." Why is it so much easier to face symptoms when you know what you're dealing with? Once I can put a name on it, I suddenly feel empowered to conquer it. Weird.

So today, I'm ready to face the world. Funny how a whole day of nothing but the couch and daytime tv yesterday made me realize that just about anything is better than that. So today I'm up for anything. Gettin' out of the house... walking the dog, stopping at my favorite coffee shop, teaching a class... life is good.

Life is good.

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  1. Life is good. I'm glad there's a little spring in your step!

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