Diligence JonesFucking night sweats.
Jesus.
Oh.
I'm having a hot flash.
Everyone complaining about how cold SF is right now can literally shut up.
I've been hot flashing for two days.
Men are so unserious.
Me: What's your relationship style?
Him (M62): Man woman.
Me: Thassit??
2nd coffee date done.
Def older than his profile pic. (I know a 70 yo when I see one.) He also asked ZERO questions about me. Men suck. Seriously, no social skills at all.
I think the train station is where I'll have these from now on. It's a good walk AND Benson is more relaxed because there's less crowding and more birds.
And, really, Benson's comfort is really the only thing that matters here.
Maaan, looks like Awkward Coffee Date dude is in the lead.
My Amway dude just texted: Hey, how are your bowels?
No good morning.
Just how are your bowels.
They're doing better, btw.
Hot flashing during the dog walk is the *worst*.
Benson is just trundling along, acting like he doesn't understand why he's outside, and sweat is popping out all over my face and chest.
I haven't had a hot flash in months!
Ugh. I'm damp.
Eye exam today.
Cataracts are beginning to take shape. I'm getting more far-sighted.
(My eye doctor said, It's natural as we grow *wiser.*
Nice reframe, doc.)
But my eyes are generally healthy and I should have new glasses after Christmas! I might need to see an ophthalmologist about what's happening with my peripheral field. Oh well.
I fell asleep on the couch and maaaan...that felt so good.
Like I was floating.
I was in the perfect position.
Heat broke.
Dog snoring.
Breeze through the window.
That right there was perfection.
Gotdammit.
Her: Happy 55th! No more periods! Whoo!
Me: Sigh. One would think.
Her: Oh god. You're not in menopause yet?!?
Me: No! My body hasn't rung last call, yet!
Her: That's rough.