Today I experienced something familiar. In the morning, I felt slightly elated, though I don't know if I'd call that hypomanic elation. More like that feeling one gets when spring has finally come, the air is ultra clean and fresh-smelling (almost body cleansing), and the sun shines bright with trees starting to blossom. Umm, spring fever. Then, as the day (or week) progresses, that elation sometimes fades a bit and I feel slightly unwell, with a mild light-headedness and seemingly indiscernible anxiety behind it. The less desirable feeling really kicked in when Hubby and I went to a laundromat this afternoon. The heat became uncomfortable. It was, as is often in the late spring, a shock to my system. After all, I came from freezing cold New Jersey where a foot of snow had fallen the week before. As we progressed south in our journey, the temps obviously became milder. Today, I saw the outside temp reading in our car reach 73 F (23 C). I'm sure the temps in the laundromat were much higher.

Now we're finally back to our hotel room. I asked if we could go straight back after the laundry duty. I'm feeling slightly better in the cooler environment, and in a much appreciated horizontal position, lounging on the bed. It is possible my mood may elevate in this "pre-mature" spring. I'll have to watch it. Spring is my "danger period" in terms of the manic side of the illness.

The weather was stunning, indeed. We went to a lovely park called Alfred B. Maclay Gardens State Park in Tallahassee, FL. The park name above includes a link to photos. Camellias were blooming and there was lots of fern, azalea bushes, and beautiful southern live oaks (large oak trees with Spanish moss hanging).