Last night we were driving home from Dick’s (I’m on the Dick’s Diet and boy is it tasty) and the most gorgeous, bright yellow full moon caught our attention.

“Why do people at nursing homes always say, “It must be a full moon!” to explain the crazy behavior?” I asked Josh.

“Because people act a little crazier around full moon time,” he replied, then added, “Well…people usually get less sleep when there’s a full moon.”

Nothing wrong with my sleep, I thought smugly, and then what happened at 3 o’clock this morning? BING! Eyes popped open, full of energy! I tried all the various sleeping positions and “tricks” to fall back asleep–naming items in categories is a nice boring exercise–to no avail. I took one of the new L-Theanine pills I bought recently (as a natural replacement for Xanax) but it didn’t seem to do a thing, unfortunately. Three bites of berry yogurt + 1/2 a .5 mg Xanax lulled me back into sleepy time, and this morning I feel like I have a Xanax hangover. But according to this article, maybe it’s just a full moon hangover. Pffft.

Last night we visited my paintings again at Populuxe, and although none have sold, just having people look at my art in real life vs. Etsy has excited me into starting two new paintings. One I will finish this weekend, and here’s the start of the second one, my beloved (and impossible to walk in) Jeffrey Campbell rainbow platforms.

I don’t mind letting you in on a little secret…the inspiration behind the platform shoe painting is this particular piece of art by Peter Max, one of my favorite psychedelic artists. His work does fun things to my brain.

At the fertility doc yesterday we had good news and bad news. Bad news is, apparently along with the 3 rounds of Clomid I was taking, I was supposed to be also doing the sperm washing/injections, but my doctor never made that clear, and the appointments were never made, all three times. Big whoops on my doctor’s part. Good news is, I can still take Clomid a couple more times, along with the sperm washing/injections, which will start next month. Hopefully, we’ll only have to do it once. I’m bummed that I wasted months taking a drug that didn’t do anything except fill my body with chemicals, since we know our fertility issues are mainly a sperm issue, but too late to fuss over it now. I still like my doctor, despite her flub up.

Stuck in traffic one day I glanced over to my left and saw this HUGE gorgeous rainbow stretched right over a funeral home, and quickly pulled my iphone out to snap a pic. It’s acceptable to do that when one is not moving, I think, but no text messaging. Have you seen those anti-text and drive commercials? They are heart wrenching. I don’t want to be responsible for taking someone’s life because I was texting a happy little poop emoticon to Josh.

I keep trying to get Corinne to watch “Orange is the New Black”, but Corinne has tv/movie A.D.D. and can rarely focus on watching anything without doing something else. The book is good, too. “Scar Tissue” was an excellent trip down the rabbit hole of addiction, worth reading if you like druggy memoirs.

Josh works a half day today and then we’re supposed to do an outdoor activity while the weather is semi-decent…hiking, biking, etc. I better get over this full moon hangover, QUICK.