Nothing more than feelings

It's raining. I can hear it on my windows, and I can hear the cars driving on wet roads. I'm feeling pretty good at the moment, snuggled up in my bed (it got cold) and knowing that I'm in for the night.

Two sort of pressing flies in the ointment (to mix metaphors): my feet are cold and the 100 watt bulb that lights my room is burned out, which means I only have sad 60-watt light. And I don't have any spare lightbulbs.

I do, however, have socks. Which will take care of one of the flies.

I'm gradually realizing that while my life is pretty normal all of the time, my reactions to my life are constantly changing. In other words, my life is on an even keel, but my emotions are not. I've been kind of keeping track of this, and I'm beginning to think I can predict what is going to happen when, emotionally:

1: relaxed and fairly happy
2: warmly affectionate, overflowing with goodwill and amazement at life
3: kind of mouthy, critical, sharp
4: sad, paranoid, weepy
Repeat.

If I'm correct, I have only a few short days until sad and weepy paranoia kicks in. I can't wait to see if I'm right.