still

This is one of those days when I love my job like an overly fierce little kid with a treasured blankie. Mine! Not letting anyone take this baby away from me. It was a lovely day. I guess it's a matter of knowing myself better as I get older, and choosing jobs and projects at which I have a reasonable chance of success. Or maybe I'm just getting better at loving whatever and whoever comes my way. Either way, it was a good day, a good week. Tomorrow will be good too.

The only weird thing, the only little detail that sticks in my mind as being less than ideal, is the fact that no fewer than 5 people asked me today why I'm not married. I'm pretty sure they all meant it as some form of compliment, and two of them have been friends of mine for a long time, but still, after a certain amount of repetition, it smarts. What kind of answer suffices to a question like that? And how am I supposed to know, anyway?

I've been occasionally feeling like a third (fifth, seventh, 22nd) wheel lately. When did all of my friends pair off? I didn't used to feel so unusual just because I'm in charge of myself. I'm not lonely. I'm not unhappy. (In fact, I'm decidedly happy these days.) And I decided a long time ago that I'd much rather be happily single than unhappily double. But still.

Well, anyway, it's a great weekend. But one of these days I'm really going to need a day off.