Here I go again, on my own, going down the only road I've ever known (for the past year anyway)

I look around, and yes, this place looks familiar. Looks more and more familiar every time I come. I am visiting with Lady Hyde. I don't want to be here, but I just find myself here once a month, against my will, listening to her natter away. She seems to be getting a little quieter, or maybe she just waits until the very last minute to start shouting "THIS COULD BE IT! THIS COULD BE THE MONTH. No, wait, THIS IS THE MONTH"
I will take it as an indicator of some of my sanity coming back that I forgot to enter my temp until about 1 this afternoon.
It's 8 DPO today, and while I am not suffering at the moment, I know I will be soon enough.
In case you were wondering, this is a picture of Lady Hyde's brother. Yeah, I think torture runs in their family.