You'll Have to Wait

I do have stuff to write you about tonight, I really do. Interesting stuff, too. Like about pilates, my visit to the doctor, the deeply satisfying grocery shopping I got done, my first 20-minutes-or-bust writing exercise, the half hour conversation I had today with Barbara, the realization that all the single ladies in my circle are dwindling.

But you know what? I'm tired. I stopped taking my iron by accident.* I'm worn out. And my uterus hurts.

Instead of writing you about any of those things, I'm going to fill my hot water bottle, take my second iron pill today, go to bed, and read some Freud.

There may be a connection there.

*Confidential to ST: I know. I was too embarrassed to admit it yesterday.