Some days are harder than others. For whatever reason, today was one of those days.
But I am proud of myself for getting off my ass and being productive instead of just watching TV all day and sulking like I usually do on days when the cloud hovers above me. I ran on the treadmill, used my new sander to fix some issues on the shelves I've been working on, cleaned and mopped the kitchen, and swept the garage. Now I am working on my crocheted blanket and watching Tombstone, waiting for the husband to finally get off work.
Today is CD27. No sign of AF yet, but I know she is on her way. I guess PMS played a part in my mood today.
Tomorrow is a new day. Hopefully a new cycle, as well, because I hate the TWW.