January thaw is in full swing. Grass is showing where more than 2 feet of snow blanketed the ground just yesterday, fog and wind and rain have made the hillsides nearly free of snow, and the stream is running so high and fast it looks like springtime.
It is warm enough out there to be nekkid (as I said earlier to Elizabeth), and I am torn between wanting to run forward toward buds opening and grass greening and wanting to say Wait! I'm not done yet! (Sweater season suits me in many ways).
Luckily, the cold will be back, and it will not be up to me to choose.
Last night when the rain stopped, the clouds broke open and the sky was so clear that looking up felt like falling.
Today is cd2- period arrived last evening (finally) clearly, so today I went for baseline blood work (no U/S!) and I am waiting to hear about starting stims tonight. Cramps are insane but these folks are allowing me my beloved Advil. Praise the god/goddess/all-that-is. (**Update: E2 36.3 "perfect", I start follistim tonight, back on saturday for bloodwork and ultrasound**)
I dreamed last night, dreamed and dreamed and dreamed. I dreamed finally I was facilitating a workshop, a creativity workshop. Hmmm I say. Hmmmm.