March Madness

I seem to be writing a lot about mental instability lately.

Embrace it, I say.

Anyway, I read the list I wrote on January 5 about what I learned in 2011 and the first item was, "I can do winter until March."

Evidently, I'm unlearning this in 2012. I thought the emotional roller coaster disappeared with your last period. I haven't had a period since the first George Bush administration, and here I am a mad hatter in March.

Even though Tom and I had a wonderful lunch with Johanna and Nate and their baby, Mason, today. Mason is a beautiful, fat, calm baby. A bald baby. My babies were baldies too.

Even though I painted a picture last night that I actually liked.

Even though I found this wonderful lip gloss color.

Even though I look in the mirror and think, "It could be worse." (Of course, that's followed with, "It will be worse.")

Even though I can walk to Harmon's and have hot chocolate.

Even though Anne Plummer makes me laugh. Why won't she let me cut her hair? It would be such a bonding experience.

Even though I love tons of people and am loved in return.

Even though I have fresh cut flowers in the house all the time.

Even though I have electric sunshine.

If only Anne Plummer would let me cut her hair.