Okay, clearly my days aren't overly thrilling right now, because the big news I want to share with you is that I bought new bed stuff (pillows and featherbed), and I'm *loving* it! My life just got way better. I'm sleeping well and waking up without kinked muscles, and it's super cozy, cushy, and nice just in time for cold weather. Am experiencing deep honeymoon-type attachment to my bed and, while there isn't any actual honeymooning activity happening in it at this point (depending on the day, my feelings about this range from a little hmph to a big HMPH), I still just want to stay there 24/7. :-)

This is my life.

I have taken up writing-writing again, after many failed attempts, and I'm loving that as well. While I don't know where my stories/thoughts/ideas are going yet, or even how they will take shape, I'm soooooooo enjoying the process right now. I have a humming happy feeling while clickity-clackiting away at my keyboard. I think I need to embrace that warm, fuzzy feeling as much as I can before the inevitable frustration sets in. With all this new and improved sleep I'm getting, my productivity in other areas is on the rise, too. I'm getting back into my French program, because my long hiatus means I forgot everything, and am looking at volunteer opportunities at a local art museum. Also, I'm working on upping the exercise. By upping the exercise, I mean that I dug my DDR mat out of storage and now spend long chunks of time jumping around in my living room.

In a couple of weeks, I'm heading off to Orlando for a few days to attend a conference. As much as I'm on board now with the arrival of autumn, I'm excited to step off the plane into warmth.

Some people at work are forming a bowling group, and one of my coworkers forwarded the notice to me with the comment, "You've met your match!" I had to explain to her that my good streak took a turn into total crap. The past few times I've gone bowling I've really sucked and had to endure humiliation. Luckily, I have no problem with that. Maybe I'll sign up!

I saw the movie Feast of Love the other day and found it disappointing. I'm a fan of many of the peeps in it, but it just felt like the story was totally contrived and missing the something that can make a completely predictable chick flick still endearing. It was hard to identify with the characters, and the sweetness it tried to capture felt very forced. I was appalled/entertained when one of the characters asked her husband on their wedding night, "Sometimes I think love is the universe's big joke to make everyone keep having babies. Do you ever feel that way?" Yeah. Didn't see that divorce coming.

"Total Eclipse of the Heart" has been replaced with "Wish You Were Here." I'm still finding that one going through my head since hearing it at the burrito place. What will be my next theme song, I wonder?