So I started taking my bbt a few days ago in anticipation of cd28 and following; when it dropped to 97.5 on Friday morning I pretty much knew how things were going to go down today. Funny how in some ways the pattern has become so predictable. T and I hit the wine shop today and, happily, they were doing a tasting from two of my favorite vineyards. Then I popped over to the yarn shop while he browed a little more. I don’t feel upset, I don’t feel sad, just… even. Probably saving it all up for later.
Funny how all the qualitative signs in my body have nothing to say to the digits on the thermometer.