In the Pink

I cannot help but feel good about a new morning, and the start of a new week... particularly as it's the first week without a holiday looming for about a month. I mean, I love being Jewish, despite everything -- but it can get pretty wearing after a while.

This morning, however, the return to the daily routine has me feeling alert and invigorated. I watched little fluffy clouds dance by on my way into work, and at one point on Kvish 6, I could smell custard creams. Seriously. CUSTARD CREAMS. A day when you smell custard creams is never a bad day. Despite the event being somewhat bizarrely rooted more in my olfactory senses rather than any reality recognizable by Joe Public.

I actually enjoy routine. I'm old enough and experienced enough to know when to try to shake things up a little, regardless of the circumstance, but in general, I like to know what's happening. I don't need to know every last, intricate, specific detail, but a high-level overview helps keep me calm. I'm all about the calm. I've had enough fucked up nonsense in my life to appreciate calm and the beauty therein.

The numbers on my blog have also settled into a routine. They've grown -- but I am looking at the positive. Clearly someone loves my work, else why waste their time reading? Anyone with ulterior motives is in for a disappointment anyway -- there's nothing to be learned here that I wouldn't want to share -- and I make a point of not indulging in blog wars, or mutual spite.

This is me, all of me: bareback, bare-ass and bare-faced cheek. Take me as you find me, and enjoy the ride.

Have a wonderful day.