Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Irritation Level: snappish, but I don’t want to kill anyone. Yet.

Mrgh. Uterus-related details coming up, so bail if that squicks you.

Okay, so we’ve all established that I’m in perimenopause. And one of the joys of that particular state is that your period decides to show up whenever it damn well pleases. 28 days? Oh, no, my sweet summer child, your cycle is now 33 days. Except when it’s 21 days, which appears to be happening now, except that all I’m getting is a dark brick reddish smear, not even enough to warrant a pad. I don’t know if this is my uterus’s new way of heralding an oncoming period (which was supposed to start on the 17th), or this is the beginning of the end, or what. I do know that I’m retaining a bit of water, I’m definitely irritable, and I want to eat my weight in doughnuts. No, I’m not going to do that, but I want to.

Okay, yeah, I had one doughnut because Ramón brought them home. But screw it, it’s not like I have them every day. And I have to admit, it was kinda overly sweet. My tastes appear to be changing along with this new addiction to cardio.

Oh, the picture? Yeah, I spent the afternoon and evening in the garage making an amethyst and sterling bracelet (the bracelet roundrels have a hammered texture, which is why they look sparkly) when I wasn’t walking on the treadmill. So go me, I guess.