Work

I find it amusing that the work that I used to despise until 2 years ago has become the fulcrum of my existence. It gives me orientation, a sense of identity, a feeling of community, a comfortable familiarity in the smell of fresh coffee in the mornings, the grey carpet, even the new money plant at my desk. Maybe it is simply a feeling of gratitude for my health, which I haven't really been able to take for granted in the last 6 months. Or maybe it's the reflexive reaction to the new designation and improved salary. Whatever it is, I hope it lasts.

By the way

I have a new house. A small apartment. I mean, bought and everything. Mine. Or ours.

Owned by us.

It's lovely. Cheerful and cosy and everything. And on days that it's clean, it's even better.

God, I feel old.

Finally on Facebook

I finally have an account on facebook. I have been trawling all over it, trying to find out how the world has changed in the one year that I've been missing.

Somehow even though some pictures of old friends are interesting, and the niggling question of whether they've done better than I have, is ever present, my interest in this much talked about phenomenon is at best tepid. I cannot wait to get back to my book.

sigh

I am so not with it.