I’ve been really obsessed with the sky lately. I think I have mentioned before that because we’re on the coast, we get great sunrises, sunsets, storms, etc., and lately with fall settling in and the rainy season fast approaching, we’re having great skies.
Tuesday morning, I walked out of the house to go to work, and the sky was filled with these heavy, sagging clouds, and I thought they were amazing. Then, I rounded the corner of our house to go start the car, and I came upon this:
I never grow tired of sunrises, and a good sunrise never fails to pull me out of a funk. While Tuesday was probably the worst day of my depression over the whole recent donor issues, it was also my turnaround day thanks to the sunrise and the following storm. I’m ready to move forward. I am so melodramatic sometimes, it’s ridiculous.
Just a few more weeks, and we can try this whole thing again. I think we will be investing in some frozen sperm, and I’m putting in an email to Mr. G regarding his shipping procedures. In the meantime, I’m off to spend a weekend with my folks while J enjoys a weekend to herself. We’re really into nurturing our souls right now, and considering the mess last week, it’s doing a lot of good.