I rarely say it—in part because I have some genuine clinical-grade compulsive issues, that make me fear if I say it out loud some force will come along and ruin it— but yeah, I'm in a good mood tonight and things are going OK.

Still plenty of things to fret about: future, friends, stepbrother, health, expenses... But this is kinda working. I've reconnected with a couple of friends I was concerned had lost interest in me, and confirmed that we were all just kinda busy and preoccupied. Work is still great and I'm busy but feeling valued. And I'm living somewhere that's going to be hospitable year-round (give or take the occasional drowning attempt).

There's still that pervading, Stoical sense of DOOM COULD YET COME TO US AT ANY TIME. But I kinda feel like as long as I keep the cruise control on and nothing falls into the road from above... this is a pretty decent road. I'm at least reassured that I took the right path—or more like, the right crazy dragonlady picked me up and flew me 10' above it—and if we don't crash, something good could still be at the end of it.

Shh. Don't tell anyone. 😽​