Not really, but I'm freaking fascinated that she introduced me to someone who is living the life I want. Future retirement house in Asheville, zoo docent, and even our cats are identical. A Mark on My Wall is living many parts of the life I want.
And if I could rent her house, I'd jump on it.
But I can't. But other good things are happening. Small good things (I am nothing if not low maintenance, it's the secret to my sanity) but good things.
Almost a year ago, I gave up my gym membership because I'd been laid off from my job. Within three months I regretted it - it wasn't that much money and I loved it. But it seemed frivolous, so I canceled. And I missed it ever since. And yesterday they sent me a "come back" mailer, offering me no enrollment charge and $29.95 a month, and I threw myself on it like Sarah Palin on a designer jacket. No, bad analogy, I won't lie about it later and claim I really am just a simple sort who doesn't do fancy things like gyms. I'm shameless. Love the gym. Need it. Missed it. Got it back, cheap. I think this is actually a buck less than I paid before.
Small things make me happy. This year has been so incredibly hard, that now, when I walk into Super Target I get a rush of...something...because it's light and frivolous and fun to shop for cheap tee shirts and new towels and such. I am such cheap date, it's ridiculous. Personal goal: Be a bit higher maintenance.