Was it too hot? Was I cranky? Did I hate my tattoo? Was I terribly upset about the ex friend?
All those concerns have evaporated. OK, well, not quite, but I'm getting there, helped along by big puffy clouds, soft air that isn't too hot, and sunshine that sparkles rather than bullies.
The weather predicts me. It rained, temperatures dropped to something more seasonal (upper 80s). I was out yesterday morning, will get out again today after work. I am breathing, my jaw has relaxed, I'm not frowning every time I look at my tattoo. Ahhh.
Thank God for a shift in the pattern. Whew!