...ovaries. It's been over a year now and I think I have settled down. The first half was 26 27 30 25 26 22 24 but the second half has been 30 28 26 26 26 27 28 and that's better: not so much more often than 28 days to piss me off and not so much less often to stress me out. I have noticed I have a mood thing, though, at about three weeks, touchy and paranoid and so forth. Having recognized it only means that now I'll watch for it, and however much hormones might not cause, my expectation will fill in.
How very very pretty. A lot better than the lame Wild Lights at the Zoo, which I went to once, thankfully without paying for the unprivilege. At the Botanic Gardens, the color, size, and frequency of the bulb complements the plant in question, both its overall shape and that of the foliage, if any.
I had more to say, but it's been two months and I just discovered this is a draft and if I don't have a ticket stub in my scrapbook I still have to commemorate the evening somehow.