HAPPY AS A PIG IN SHIT...

Is that happy enough for you?

The good news just keeps rolling in. I got a rave review from my supervisor at my afternoon job, who apparently either doesn't track or doesn't care how much attention I pay to hockey players, or anything else. My morning boss officially offered to extend my job into the coming fiscal year, at a raise [which is a good thing, as otherwise I might just as well be flipping burgers...].

Now if I could just get my love life in order, or even just both halves of it on the same side of the ocean, we would be in great shape. I find myself spending a lot of time trying to figure out when he might call, given that he will be back in three weeks now, but will need at least a week to catch up, a week or two to satisfy his BF's demands on his time... mid-April? May?

I have so far resisted the temptation to flood him with e-mail, which he only has so much access to anyway. I figure once a week is the maximum, unless he starts it... So I have to rein myself in most days, can't help hoping that he might have sent me something, no matter how well I know that he is on vacation, dealing with a whole group of friends he only sees once or twice a year, and the single day we spent together is never going to amount to much in his view of the world in any case, even if a number of other days do eventually get tacked on to it. I have never been able to figure out where I stand with this guy, from the very beginning. Yes, I was probably sending conflicting signals myself, but he seems constitutionally unable to give a straight answer. [Can this marriage be saved?] Well, I made my bed, as the saying goes, and now I get to lie in it...

Oh. I have been doing some random semi-scientific observation, and I have discovered that I actually respond to most ears. Some more than others, but the ear fetish must have been wired in on the ground floor [in the first trimester?]. And other things are beginning to fall into place as well: little kinks and big kinks suddenly lock in with childhood memories, and I go: Oh. It's really quite bizarre to find out so much I never knew about someone I have after all been living with for over fifty years...

As soon as I had posted something about all the Chinese visitors "at Sea," everything changed, and Portugal is now moving ahead by a nose, with the occasional visit from Utah and Egypt [boy, I bet THEY were surprised if they were just googling their own country...]. Sometimes I feel sorry for people. I know I should stop referring to certain people, which only lures innocent porn-hounds to an, um, different site. But we all have our little vices, and this may turn out to be one of mine...

Yipes.
.