Love the Skin You're In.

Today I’m seeing spots. That’s what I call it when my female cycle implants little jagged shards into my area of vision. Imagine that my area of vision is a piece of glass and there’s one little tiny part that’s shattered and the shattered part is floating across my left eye, ever so slowly, from left to right, making it incredibly difficult to do many things. Thankfully it only impairs my ability to do things that aren’t useful – like reading and writing.

This will continue for about 30 minutes. It’s one of the gifts that I receive 12 times a year, among other gifts that arrive at different times during the month – a part of my own book-of-the-month-club from Hell. The eye thing is the only one that doesn’t affect all the other humans within a 10 mile radius of where I’m standing. Except that if you’re standing directly on my left, I can’t see you right now. In a few minutes, if you stand in front of me, I won’t be able to see you there, but the person on my left will be visible again. It’s fun. Sorta like peekaboo only no one’s smiling.

Over the next few weeks the other books in my subscription to Hell will arrive:
The Mystery of the Lumpy Cranium that is Tender to the Touch
Chronicles of Shooting Pain in My Hips – Why I Can’t Stand Up from a Sitting Position
You-Need-a-MUCH-Bigger-Bra-Than-That
Diary of the Woman Who Screamed “Don’t Touch my Boobs They’re KILLING Me!”.
Oh, and let’s not forgot the one that really rocks the house every month:
Why I Hate the World and Everyone and Everything in it for Four Straight Days: concensus on why women’s patience and good nature disappear from the Good Earth.
That one is my family’s favorite of all. It’s good storytime reading with the kids.


Heron on the river.
6:15 am Sunday


Heron taking flight.