Mercury Retrograde in Cancer

I tell you something that's good for increasing your run times: running in an Antebellum graveyard after the sun goes down. Talk about remembering to pick up your feet! It wasn't so bad except when the place wound up away from the road and I was deep in among the graves and giant trees. The fireflies were going crazy all around me, thousands of them, sort of disorienting with the reflective panes of the graves, and I kept thinking I have nothing to fear from the dead until I turned a corner and about ran over a little skunk who was so mad and probably thinking I have nothing to fear from the blonde girl as she raised her little tail up. Gentle reader, I booked it.

I hate feeling the way I've felt lately, like a little bit of a mess. Sometimes I read this thing and it sounds like such a small, irritating, low-grade high-pitched whine. I can't seem to get my head in the game this month. I don't want to be that girl who always has some problem. I must be needy, I must be a pest to loved ones.

The last week or so, one of the problems is that I can't seem to shake this mild, persistent headache that is with me almost all the time in varying levels. It starts off really low or nonexistent and I think "I've beaten it today!" and congratulate myself. Then just like a band closing around my head. It builds and builds until I feel drained and nearly incapacitated by the end of the night. I don't know if this is the cause of my emotional problems of late, or a side-effect of them.

Another thing I saw on my run tonight was a muskrat. Like, for serious. Just... on the sidewalk. I've only seen them in books before, but I got a really good look at it. It didn't seem to care for me anymore than the skunk did. 

So, yeah, Tuesday night post.