Poor poor Darren.
He gets to put up with my ever so expanding mood swings. One minute I'm angry, then crying, then happy, feel lonely, don't want to be touched. I hope it doesn't get worse, I don't if he will be able to handle it. They have gotten worse over the last couple of weeks. So far I have been able to to keep the worst of it at home and away from work. I'm so glad that I'm not working in retail any more. I don't think I could handle the complaints people would have or if I had made a wrong call.
I tried the prenatal Pilate's with the mat last night. I found it more intense on the arms than the ball, which was more intense on the lower body. I guess I'll have to alternate days and do them both. I have been sleeping good the last couple of nights.
It was CHILLY walking to work this morning. The wind cut through my clothing like a hot knife through butter. Chilled to the bone, brrrrrrr.
We are going to a concert at the Griffin Park Theatre. I think his name is David Myles.