Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Weariness: Nigh infinite

Stress sucks, pure and simple. Not only does it make it hard to sleep, rob you of your creative drive, and turn you into a ball of anxiety, it can also have long-term physical effects on you.

Which is why I’m doing my best today not to stress. I am taking deep breaths (well, as deep as I can seeing that it’s triple digits down here in the clavicle of Texas and the air is full of plant detritus), thinking good thoughts, reminding myself that other people have it FAR worse than I do, and that the situation at the moment is temporary. It too shall pass, much like a kidney stone, with blood and screaming. But it shall pass.

And no, I’m not talking about any of the WIPs. Those are actually doing fairly well, surprisingly. Anyway, I shall get over this current hump one way or the other. In the meantime, one of my last fertile cycles is upon me and I’m retaining about two pounds of water, which probably isn’t helping with my mood. But God, two pounds is a huge improvement over five to seven pounds.