Sunday

Sunny and cooler after a front finally came through last night.

Back in the mostly-not-sleeping cycle, which is blah, plus body is doing the whole perimenopause hormonal thing, which is even more blah. And so it goes.

Coffee is almost ready, thank God.

Sunday Night

Gah. Finally better today. Wonderfully cool tonight (dipping into the 50s), hormonal storm has broken (why, yes, perimenopausal woman having another period, thank you very much), and we had a very nice dinner (grilled London Broil). Plus we listened to a very nice CD (Boulevard, St. Germain), and watched a good ball game (Boston Red Sox at Minnesota Twins). And we had some excellent red wine (Penfold's Koonunga Hill Shiraz/Cabernet). And some more of the Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream.

Is that not enough? Are we not entertained? (Line stolen from Gladiator.) What else? I don't know. I need to write a House/Holmes story. As if I didn't have enough already making me weep because I'm so far behind. *g*