So, it's been quiet around here. A lot of things (well, two big ones) happened in my life at nearly the same time, and I've been adjusting. I'd moved into my new apartment (a block from the beach, the size of a postage stamp, lovely) and left Spidell for good (for AWESOME, if you ask me) shortly before my last post. Since then, I've started my shiny new job as copy editress extraordinaire at the Long Beach Press-Telegram. I'm making less money, working strange hours, and I'm as happy as a clam.

I was supposed to go back to work for Spidell part-time until January. The more I worked at the P-T, though, the more I realized just how awful things had become at Spidell. Funny what you can get used to when you deal with it every day, huh? They'll never hear from me again.

Life is a lot easier now. I love what I do, and I'm frickin' amazing at it (that's basically what my supervisors have told me, I swear). Plus I have all morning and half the afternoon to putter around the apartment, hang out at coffee shops, read, knit, walk on the beach ... IT IS THE BEST THING EVER. And that's on days when I work. When I'm off, nothing's crowded and there's plenty of parking, because everyone else is at work. Yay! Nick's weird schedule means we still have plenty of time together, too.

Months ago, when my therapist asked me what my perfect situation would be, I described my life now, and then laughed. Have you ever gotten everything you wanted? It's unexpected. I'm not complaining, though.

For my next trick, I win the lottery