This weekend was confusing. Like very confusing. It wasn't like I had elaborate plans, but I really didn't expect to have the big ups and downs that I had.
I had a productive friday night. My reason for smiling lives far away, so friday night dates are more of a phone call thing. I use that to my advantage and do laundry then, since all "normal" people are out having fun and there's no competition for the machines. That was about the last normal thing I did.
I'd been fighting my PMS all week. I know it's coming and that I'm going to get cranky and weepy. I usually do pretty good about not giving into urge to act on all my impulses then, which could be a bad thing. Saturday I also had the accompanying headache despite industrial size and strength coffee. None seemed to help. I ended up going to the beach to at least walk off some of those energies. I ended up crying at how beautiful the wildflowers were at one point, and then being annoyed with myself for crying.
Sunday became a different kind of challenge. The PMS stopped because it was no longer pre. Now I had the joys of cramps and general fatigue to deal with. I was supposed to run, but I could see how pointless it would be to be running bent over with cramps so I decided to watch comedy TV and cruise the net. I had managed to get my grocery shopping done, but found that I didn't like anything I'd bought so I chipped away at saltine crackers. I was so apathetic that I didn't even turn on fireworks on the TV that night. My reason for smiling spent the afternoon with his children (as he should) so our conversations were sparce.
Monday should have been a mild day, but I found myself still dealing with raging hormones and now and unkind reality that I was running out of time to have convenient conversations in the near future with my reason for smiling. Both put me in a foul mood. I tried to minimize it by limiting my exposure to the outside world. I knew it was bad when I found myself yelling at an old woman in a parking lot for moving so slow. (in my defense the old dear should not be allowed to wander about parking lots since there is no way she could dodge a car with a less reasonable driver) I was on my way home when I pulled up to a stoplight.
Don't you hate it when you pull up to a stoplight and someone pulls up near you blaring music so loud that it vibrates YOUR windows?!! They almost always seem to have that big deep base throbbing with some unintelligible crap that they call music playing over the top of it. Well, this wasn't exactly like that. I was shocked to hear John Denver blaring loudly from an older model domestic sedan. It was probably one of the last things I expected to hear and the irony caught me off guard. I found myself laughing hysterically. Nearly unable to drive off. I'm sure the driver could not have missed my laughing as I pulled past her.
I played it safe that afternoon and stayed home, with the blinds drawn. No run that night either as there was no way to safely pull that off. I'm over due for a run tonight and whether it's safe or not I'm going to make an attempt. Wish me luck. Let's hope there are no slow pokes for me to menace or people with questionable taste in music to heckle on the trail.
