Just the usual.

Surprize. More or less. Feeling alright so far.

Endurance.

Nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear

At this point, beer is still unappealing. Will this be the last time I have alcohol? Not that I mind, really.

Not ready to call it, but it feels like something has changed.

I could really do without this bit, though

Dizzy and queasy all week. Feels very hormonal. Fading day by day.

The opposite of pregnant, so I count blessings.

Oh, rapture.

Starting again, with loads of distress and nausea, dizziness. A week off, and it starts the week after. Anxiety way through the roof.

Joy.

Neither here nor there.

Wound up going on five weeks of hot/cold flashes, then the virus. Have not started bleeding yet, going on seven weeks. At least my back is not terribly upset about all the coughing, as it once would have been, which is reassuring.

Interruptions of everything.

Temperance society meeting, Friday midnight.

Possibly winding down. Temperate today. Night will be the test.

So tired.

Burning bridges, then icing them over.

Worst night for cycling through flashes. At least eight, maybe twelve, leaving little time for sleep. Wake, sweat, uncover, chill, cover, nap. Repeat.

Unwell throughout the day, but that might be the pollen talking.