Happiness is...

... finding out that your fiance likes your blog. Especially when you and your fiance have been going through some decidedly unhappily-ever-after type stuff lately. And when you weren't quite sure that your fiance was technologically savvy enough to find your blog in the first place. Even if there's a link to it from your Facebook page.

So I guess I should be glad that my aversion to whiny blogs has prevented me from writing about the potentially unhappy-ever-after stuff.

My fiance did suggest that I make a point of noting that he successfully drove across the bridge in BOTH directions the other night without even flinching. I will do so, but I can't resist adding that I always found his phobia all the more bizarre because he was only afraid of driving over the bridge in one direction.

I am sitting in my office at school because, at this hour of the night, it's cooler than my office at home. My sunroom/office/source-of-many-insightful-blog-postings has a big westward-facing window, which I'm sure is adding at least $20 a month to my electric bill. Despite the fact that it stays 100 degrees in there from mid-afternoon until well after midnight. My office at school is inexplicably comfortable at the moment, considering that it was miserable in here this morning when the A/C was supposedly running. I am sure that it's been turned off by now since I am most definitely the only fool still working at this hour. I may not be working at this MINUTE, but I was working within this hour. And now I am secretly gloating because I have overcome a huge case of writer's block and cranked out a decent draft of the proposal that I've been fiddling unproductively with up until late this afternoon. I am gloating in secret, of course, because having fiddled unproductively with said proposal means that I feel like I haven't gotten much work done in the past few days. Unless, of course, my boss happens to be reading this...