"Otto why did it bite me? I was petting it."

--from Paula Fox's Desperate Characters (Norton, 1970)

Well, why does it keep biting me? I am feeling kind of sorry for myself today. Teaching my 9:30 class lightened my mood a little, but...

I think it's mostly just that I'm ovulating and this is like a hormonal switch that gets flipped that instantly makes me feel sad and vulnerable, no matter what the outer circumstances.

In happier news, Monkey and I were gifted with a 13-inch Flaming Wheel of Destruction and two shark masks as our reward for watching our friends' dog last week. Actually, they want to take us out to dinner, too. Neat!