Still happy

Yeah, hard to believe. I'm still really enjoying life, despite a few minor inconveniences…

For those of us who use computers for a living, your fingers, hands and wrists are very, very important. I've got repetitive stress injury in both wrists, but it's not carpal tunnel (yet). I can handle that. But I managed to suffer a rather annoying injury to my index finger at work tonight.

I was putting away a retractable knife when I sliced my fingertip on a blade that was stored/forgotten in one of the storage slots in the plotter. I just wanted to put the knife back in the right spot and as I tried to do that, zip! I've got a cut on my finger. It doesn't hurt much, but it's deep enough where it could take a bit to heal. The annoying thing is trying to type and use my mouse with the bandage on it. And typing does hurt a bit. But I'll live. Got a tetanus shot three years ago when I crashed the bike, so I should be OK. Not exactly sure how I'll get my contacts out tonight…

The happiness, of course, comes from spending the better part of Saturday with my special guy. I took a mental health day, and I did have some stuff to get finished up for the move. It's so unbelievably great to spend time with him. We see each other during the week for lunch, but it's so nice to be able to hang out and just … be. I'm very lucky to have found someone I really enjoy doing just about anything with. We don't need anything fancy; being together is great enough. And I'm grateful for any time we have together. Granted, there still needs to be a serious kidnapping in the next few days or so (that is to say, time alone for us adults). But I'm just so very happy and content and excited to be with such a neat guy. Frankly, I feel a little spoiled because he's so good to me. And I'm not talking material goods here. I have more than enough stuff. I'm old enough where I don't need toys (though I do enjoy them) or shiny things to be impressed by a guy. What's inside matters so much more to me than anything that could be bought in a store. That's not to say I'm against giving gifts; if I see something I think he'll like and I can afford it, I'll get it. That's just the way I'm wired. I value our time together, I love having him around, I love doing nothing with him. Yeah, it's getting sickening again. But really. I am that happy.

I keep thinking I'll wake up, that this is too good to be true. More than that, I'm afraid I'll do something to mess this up. I was talking to a friend of ours the other day, and I mentioned to her that once I realized I had fallen really hard for my guy, one of the first things through my head was, "Don't fuck this up." She agrees I've got a good one; she said he'll take care of me, and I told her he's doing just that.

In any event, Jen is still giddy and delirious with love. Definitely a feeling I'm enjoying. I must be getting old or soft or both, beacause at the end of the day, the thing that matters the most to me is knowing that I've got a great guy who loves me bunches, and that I love him more than he can know. And that no matter what may have happened during the course of my day, thinking of him always makes me smile. Or grin evilly, depending on the thought…

So there's an update.