I eat bitter for breakfast.

I haven't posted here in a while because some coworkers used to read this site, I don't know if they still do, and I've been job hunting like a fiend and needed to keep it under deep wraps. The result of my efforts: I gave notice a week ago and on June 21 will be moving into a new office in a different department at my company. The office of a person who nabbed a job that's two levels up from the one she held before. Oh, YES I did.

Pre-Monday blues.

Today I realized there's been a distinct weekly pattern in my mood: I'm always thrilled on Friday afternoons (it doesn't hurt that now that the days are longer, Bob and I meet every Friday after work at the Embarcadero BART station and stroll along the waterfront before getting dinner somewhere). Saturdays and Sundays until around 3 or 4, I'm feeling just wonderful -- happy to be immersed in my hobbies or social undertakings, thrilled with whatever the weather may bring. Then on Sunday in the late afternoon, the blues creep in. It's now 3:05 on Sunday, and sure enough I'm getting that anxious, stressed-out, sad feeling. It's time to take charge of this. And now that I've noticed the rhythm, I can figure out a counterpoint.