MOON GLOOM

Thank you all so much for understanding my blah-g mood last Wednesday. I had no personality.

Unfortunately, I can't blame it on the full moon–which weighs on my heart like the lead blanket my dentist heaves over my chest before she x-ray's my teeth–because it wasn't full last week.

But this week? This week I am absolutely blaming the moon for my malaise, my scatter brain, my manic mood swings, my inability to get out of bed. Because–look up!  There she is. All bloated and smug. Ready to shine her spotlight on my sallow skin.

The full moon does that to me too and she's-a-gonna-be-full on Friday. For some that means growing beast hair and howling. For others it means hyper activity. For me it means I cease to being funny. Once it wanes I become Coke and Pop Rocks. I am explosive. But now? Cuh-rickets. Now I feel like a phone battery that is about to hit the red zone. Not quite there yet but operating on 6%.

Do any of you feel like this during a full moon? Start paying attention. It's kind of freaky once you become aware of it. I mean, think about it. The moon affects the tides and more than half of our bodies are made of water. At least I tell myself it's water when my bellybutton peers over the top of my jeans to beg for another slice of pizza.

So, whether you develop mutton chops and a craving for squirrels OR the personality of a puddle don't blame yourself. Blame the moon. At least until Friday. Then it's on you again.

Happy Passover. Happy Easter. Happy Howling.

TTYW,

Lisi

xxxxx