I have never in my life had a 2-hour time-limit on a tampon, so I was wholly unprepared for this to happen. Holy moly. I've been on a long-cycle mini-pill for a couple of years, and what with the random sweating and such, I decded around Xmas that I need to stop masking potential menopause. If this is the result, I may go back on the pill again!
The long-cycle pill has helped reduce the side-effects of hormone shifts, including the every-4-week return of massive hunger/cravings, and blood-pressure roulette. :( When I was younger and not on the pill, I'd get salt cravings so bad I would eat Fritos until my mouth puckered. I tried to resist, to avoid the salt/water-retention issue, but then I felt dizzy and awful in other ways. I didn't grasp the big picture until I was at the doctor's on one of those random-dizziness days, and the nurse was having such trouble reading my blood pressure that she asked me to stand up. It was in that 88/58 range, where you feel tired and draggy and crappy (regardless of how much doctors like those numbers). That was when I realized that the Fritos/etc. were a form of self-medicating.
This weekend, during which I slept in and still had to haul myself out of bed and struggle to wake up both days... brought all those feelings and memories back. :(
After I got home on Friday, I spent about two hours dithering over whether to bicycle outside given the amount of wind. I finally remembered that biking on windy days is only dangerous near my office (where a gust can push me toward a ditch or into traffic). On the bike path near the house? It's mostly just annoying. So, I went out. At one point, I saw a lizard zipping across the pavement. I used to see LOTs of them, back before the egret and turkey population exploded. Now? I think they're losing the Food Chain war.
I ran most of my 5 miles on Saturday, though I may lose that 5th mile as we move toward summer. I'd hate to drop back, but I overheat so easily. Afterwards, I did yardwork in which I finally planted the bulbs I've been meaning to get to for the last 3-4 weeks. All but one of the tulips had disintegrated or shriveled in the years since I bought them, and the irises were too damp, so the results may be unimpressive.
I finished the "meh" Lisa Scottoline book and am halfway through the Fforde's third book in his YA series. I started a Pratchett novel that I may not stay with (Fantasy is an iffy genre for me), and hope to finish that gym book soon so I can start another. It has been less that gripping, let me say.
Our son's English teacher is following a long tradition of making students hate good books. To combat the rise in Spark Notes/etc. (we think?), this teacher likes to give quizzes where many of the questions involve irrelevant details. Such as, the date of a newspaper mentioned in passing that had no significant bearing on the characters or plot. The result is that, even with reading the books 3-4 times, our son sometimes does no better on the quizzes than the kids who only read the Spark Notes and not the books. Everyone understands the meaningful parts of the story/construct/characters, but the random questions are TOO random. Gah. As with most of these, our son thought the current book was pretty good, but he'll be hating it after a few more readthroughs...
We watched The Hundred Foot Journey this weekend. Sweet movie, beautiful scenery, lovely cast.
I did NOT manage to repair the catnip bat, whose stuffing is bursting out the bottom because somebody shredded the seams with her little teeth. Unless the to-be-fixed item is next to the sofa, I'll tend to forget about it. And since the cat sleeps on the sofa, I can't put the bat within reach. It's been sidelined for months now.
All right. Monday's coming, and this week had better be less hectic than the last one. I still have drabbles to finish!