I started my day crunched into a tight ball.
It is that time of month.
That time of month makes me want to curl up and not move.
Then an awesome friend of mine wanted to hang out with me (aww! Me? Thanks!).
That helped me perk up!
We talked birthing and stuff.
And then I crashed again.
I devoured lots of dark chocolate while watching documentaries.
As the day moved on, I got droopier.
Still, even as I flop around the house,
I would call this a very happy day.
I feel cheerful and taken care of.
Even while I look gross and insist on wearing Michael pajamas.
(Maybe I'm still recovering from the withdrawal of having him gone all weekend).
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