Dawn came too early, and with it came the grosser side of womanhood, complete with spot cleaning floor, carpet, and mattress, and a shower before I really even had my eyes open yet.  Is that too gross for Sunday morning? I admit I lack sympathy…I had to deal with more than some words, and I am tired of the grosser moments of female experience being treated as unmentionable. lol. So, I mentioned it. 🙂

Coffee, meditation, some napping on the couch…later I will run the linens through the wash on the stain cycle; I feel a moment of appreciation for technological advances that result in me having a good washing machine with a stain cycle.  I find myself wondering idly how forensic scientists tell the difference between menstrual blood and ‘the regular sort’… And then wonder if sooner or later every woman wakes up unexpectedly covered in blood? My mind wanders as I doze on the couch, wishing I were in bed, asleep, and wishing being female were somehow less wrapped up in pain and blood. I bet by now someone, somewhere, is wishing I would stop talking about it. lol

I laugh grimly, silently, to myself and think ” this too shall pass”, but I don’t know why I feel so bitter, or angry, or amused.