Work is going well enough it's almost alarming; I don't know if it's that I have a stronger sense of focus than I did before or that I've just been underestimating myself. I'd forgotten that I actually enjoy being a temp/consultant. I just don't know if I can make a living this way. In 1994 or so life was cheaper for me.
A friend thought I was in an unusually good mood last night. Maybe. Goodness knows I shouldn't be, all things considered, right? But I'm looking forward to--well, whatever happens next. I'm feeling more optimistic and excited than I have in years.
Which is honestly nuts.
But hey, isn't it nice to read a journal about someone whose life is turning upside down who isn't angsting over it?