I did not know that anxiety can be a symptom of menopause. But that makes a lot of sense.
Been at least five years since I’ve had to think about menstruation, so I’m post-menopausal by now.
Nevertheless these symptoms probably stretch into the post-meno years for a while. Forever?
Not complaining though. Feeling good, clothes all fit, the odd memory mixup and absentmindedness but more funny than worrisome. Seems normal and human.
Meant to work today as I’ve a deadline tomorrow, but haven’t been able to bring myself to sit in here for a whole hour yet. Too nice out. Was up at 8:30, sitting on the step with a puffy jacket on, having coffee. Rest of day coming in to cool off, going out to warm up.
Emil’s here, been phoning his dad and grandpa and wants to celebrate Father’s Day with Scott by buying takeout for supper.
A young pair of barn swallows is trying to build a nest behind the top ledge of the office window. There’s not much space there but they’re determined. Every time I open the window they fly out and hover there, chattering at me.
As soon as Emil’s finished his three o’clock RAIN OR SHINE snack, I’m going to bring out a kitten for him to see.
Sowed another packet of seeds last night into a large pot. I’d looked everywhere to buy bachelors button seeds and wondered why there weren’t any, as they’re common in seed stands. My nephew’s mother-in-law passed away recently and his wife, Karen said, had probably bought them all to give out in memory of her mom at the funeral. Happily for me, Karen had a package still in her purse and gave them to me. They’re among my favourites. (I have many favourites.)
After Mom died, my sister-in-law gave me a couple rose bushes to plant in memory of Mom. Whenever one of them blooms, I do think of Mom. Every single time. Gotta love that.