There's a bottle of wine waiting for me at home.

I am in a funk. Wait, I think that should be capitalized. Funk. FUNK.

Gah.

For starters, this weather is miserable. There was a time when I was totally unaware of the effects of lack of daylight and incessant rainfall on my physical wellbeing (and, for that matter: caffeine, sugar, stress and any number of icky Girl Things) but I am now one of Those People. I track all sorts of things normal people try not to think about. I am painfully cognizant of things I'll call External Stressors. And if something feels off, upsetting, out of whack, I will sit there and process everything I did or consumed in the preceding hours until I figure out why, WHY, I feel like warmed over ass on toast.

But sometimes? I think I would like to go back to waking up without assuming that my day will be crap because it is DAY 22 OF MEASURABLE RAINFALL.

(Disclaimer: YES, it rains in Seattle. YES, it rains a lot. But this? This is NOT NORMAL. The usual rain is a wet misty general blah-ness, not this stuff that makes me think my house is going to cave in. My little postage-stamp sized yard is a swimming pool and if my lone hydrangea doesn't come back this spring, someone is going to pay.)

I'm pretty tired. Too much to think about lately. Add the weather, the millionth person to ask me to explain the nuances of mail merge, homework, the electrical outlets that don't work, split ends, pants that don't fit, all the sugar I've eaten in the past month and hit Pulverize. There you go.

In hopes of decreasing the increasing amount of blah around here, I emailed (yes, emailed) a cutesy little salon in Wallingford today, and requested an obscenely expensive haircut and a brow wax to boot (fancy!) I want to sit around and feel pretty while someone else does all the work. If only they served cocktails.

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Oh honey. I wish you could feel better. We, on the other hand are having days with high of 75, sunshine, and drought. No rain whatsoever. All outdoor burning is banned for fear of wildfires.

There is a chain of nail and hair salons that serve cocktails. This made me giggle. I saw this in New York one time, but can't remember the name.

Psst, also you're not the only one who keeps track of *everything*...my chart also includes, weight, what I did that day, whether I exercised, and anything particularly stressful. It's there for me to read about in Microsoft Excel, every morning with my BBT :P

[maggie]

If we get a really long hose, you can siphon all the water out of my soggy front yard. What do you think?