A plus/minus day.
Plus: no cravings. Minus: hormonal hell. Weeping before breakfast hormonal hell; the kind that feels like late-stage pregnancy except with occasional maybe-these-are-hot-flashes. Don't know if it's just a fluke or getting-closer-to-The-Change cranky ovaries trying for one last huzzah or what but I could certainly do without all of it.
Even the library irritated me today. Walking back was even worse: the shirt I was wearing had a higher polyester content than I realized and I thought I was going to die. Wished I still worked someplace with a walk-in freezer. Managed not to cry at work or be too sarcastic/obscene at work so I count that as a win for the day.
Surprisingly enough I got a lot done including washing the dog and didn't even overeat, which is another big win.
Now that it's practically bedtime it all seems to be easing up and about time, sez I. Maybe it will all be better tomorrow.
Even if it isn't it still beats rotten drank-too-much sleep and the following morning. Beats it by a lot.