Silence is golden

I turned 36 last week and while I'm still in shock at the number, I had a great day thanks to my wonderful husband. Husband. Even saying that still freaks me out sometimes and it's been almost five years since I could use that word when talking about Brian.

Tonight I'm drinking lots of chardonnay. Lots and lots of chardonnay. I had a massively crappy day at work and right now that's all I'm willing to say about my place of employment.

My period last started nine weeks ago and once it finally got going, it lasted for about two weeks. The one before that took seven weeks to show up. This extreme build-up of hormones is wreaking havoc on me body and soul. Nine weeks. I've been spotting for a couple of days, but it's not the real deal. I peed on a stick a few weeks ago- negative- and so I know I'm not growing anything other than a big old ball of bitter bloat in my belly.

Wow. I really don't think one bottle of wine is going to be enough tonight.

There's a lot I want to say, but I no longer feel comfortable writing here, especially when it comes to my job and other specific topics. I'm setting up shop elsewhere and while I'm not totally done here, I'm close. Let me know via comment or email if you want to know where I'll be.

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