|Have you noticed how happiness is always a summer thing?|
I'm not complaining, just pointing out the trope in the image.
|Yes, most of those confused dreams have been like the one|
Is that bad? I'm thinking that's bad.
|This is a library picture image of a boy with chickenpox.|
This boy is also, apparently, five. But, eh, close enough.
Last night was a first. A genuine actual first. In that, and I don't know how to put this politely without feeling like I'm kissing and telling. If you've read the posts here you'll know that I hesitate to blare everything I do from the proverbial rooftops, indeed, even here I tend to be quite private about my life beyond the confines set by this blog. While I can be open and detailed about arguments, my mental state, the clothes that I choose to wear and enjoy, even my fantasies from time to time - I am less open and honest with what goes on outside that. I can talk ad nauseam about the situation in my marriage, usually after a line break, and drop huge lyrical beer reviews from time to time on here but I am more circumspect about other things.
So, this gets a TMI and a line break. Here. If you don't really want to go any further just note my slightly breathless tone and smile. Yes, I am smiling. And that should really say everything without any specifics.
|Yes, this was the follow up. Surely I don't have to explain|
why I enjoyed the experience so much?
She finished by the by.
And I am okay with that.
In short? I'm happy. It looks as though life may be moving in a direction and at a pace that I can emulate the title of this blog a little more often.