eight days later

It's day 33. My temps have been up for eight days and hovering within 1/10 of a degree of each other for the past five.

I'm trying not to get my hopes up. Or worry about whether I'll get the magic "triphasic" pattern by hitting an even higher temp in the next couple of days, because that could mean diddly squat anyway.

I was having wicked mood swings yesterday, but that could be because work was making me crazy. 'Cause it was.