Time of the month.

It's that time of the month again.
The time of increased mental anguish.
Seasons come and seasons go, yet some things stay the same.
Oddly enough, this occurence would begin sometime around the last 4 or 5 days of the month.
The last two eggs in the refrigerator were used to make egg sandwiches. Eating and typing simultaneously now.
So Clever, indeed.
It's that time of the month and still losin' sleep.
Tomorrow is yet another day. Window of opportunity still remains open. Next intake is next month. But nothing will change. Some American teenagers own cars and Celestino walks in the rain...like some washed up has-been.
Cramps in both feet and at the back of the neck serve as a reminder to the aging process. Time waits for no man.
Vacumn cleaner is on the blink.
Climbing a steep slope at that time of the month.

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Greeting Card received from Tina Hendricks.