So I awake this morning to TAP. TAP. TAP. Really early. I’m having some crazy dream and get jolted awake. While in this hazy half awake state trying to distinguish what the fuck this tap-tap-tap noise is…. because I’m not in my logical mind get, it’s not registering. I try to go back to sleep anyways.

Still…… TAP. TAP. TAP.

Yet, I’m a stubborn woman sometimes and I’ve been working my ass off, so I STILL try to go back to sleep. My body is tired, I’ve been doing hard physical training, also in the middle of moving…. I need my rest!

No dice. This fucking tap-tap-tap.

So, I launch myself up out of my bed and into an awake state. Immediately I have to pee. While going “tinkle”, as us big girls call it, I come to realize it’s raining. Wow! Still raining. This has been days now….

…… and then it fucking hits me. Raining.

TAP. FUCKING. TAP.

And this morning I discovered rain has a new mood for me best described in poetic symbolism: &*#%^$&*#!@&^%$#(@!(*!!!!!!!

The rain is an alarm clock with no freaking snooze button. Bastard! To add to that, my computer is running slow today. It never runs slow. I have a list of a gazillion and one things to do and not one looks appealing except yoga class at 6:30pm. Which deems me certifiably crazy because it’s an extremely hard class, in a room over 105 degrees. AND, I’m on my monthly moon. BUT, I know beyond a doubt it will get my mind, body, emotions and soul back in alignment…. the problem is, I have to wait until 6:30 and the day is done.

What does all that equal? I think there is a chance I’m going to be a feisty, feisty woman today.