Quote of the Day:
“A 34-year-old man with no place to live is a catch. But a 34-year-old woman with a great job and a great place to live is tragic.”
-Miranda, Sex and the City

I think I drank too much coffee yesterday. I was super busy in the morning finishing up a proposal that had to go out. We have another due out today and – luckily – the one due on Monday got cancelled. SO, hooray for that. I’m so glad it’s Friday. It seemed like it took forever to get here didn’t it?

So on to the title of this post. After I dropped off Sweetie Boy last night, I went back home, tinkered on the computer for a while, sent a few emails. I started getting tired early on since the thunderstorms the night before work me up. So I locked everything up, shut off all the lights, and climbed in bed.

That’s when it hit me. That something strange. I was lying in bed, the fan on medium, the window open and listening to the night sounds. It had been raining off and on most of the evening and continued during the night.

My little car was right outside in it’s parking space under the carport. My cat was at the foot of the bed (despite my best attempts to keep him off). And everything in that place was completely mine.

That something strange? I felt happy.

For the first time in a long time, I am happy. I have this cute little apartment – which, despite the fact it IS an apartment, is very quite. The neighbors are terrific (the person upstairs has finally stopped clogging though he was vacuuming at about midnight the other night – hello!). I have a fun cute car that is now cheap. I have my son who is adorable and sweet and wonderful. I have a steady job. I have two books coming out this year.

And here’s another tidbit. I have a crush.

More on that later. Much later.

Right now – time for work!