Well, I did make rolls for Thanksgiving dinner. You can read about them and see pictures of the finished product on my regular blog--the link is in my profile.

*A note before I get to the meat of this entry. There have been so, so many changes that have taken place since Allan's death in November, 2005. I will post about my life since then, soon. I have kept online friends out of the loop, in part because even though it may appear to outsiders that my life has moved forward, it doesn't feel like it, to me. I am stuck in 2005. I think about it constantly, as though I were still living in it, and could change any of the events that happened at the end of...

So is being content a bad thing?

I an rather content these days. Things aren't perfect. I could probably do better if I exerted myself, but I am fine. I have steady job, good income, nice place, good gf, nothing too interesting going on. Sometimes I think though that if I put my nose to the grindstone, pushed myself , just put in a little more effort I could excel at something; whether my job, another job, volunteer work, or an ambitious hobby.

Being generally content...

So I'm the project leader for this big "outsource the royalties" deal. Learning that the new check stock needed to be supported for non-royalty payments as well, I went over to talk with the Finance gal about getting her the software and MICR printer she'd need. Typically, she started ranting about how IT supports all the other departments and only lets Finance know about things when they realize they need their input on stuff that will change.

Essentially, she was saying...

I had forgotten how good it feels to laugh, really laugh. Not the polite ha-ha that comes when sharing interesting stories with people but a genuine, forget what you were previously thinking about, hee-haw.

Animal companions are good for just that kind of laugh.

As I was gathering up clothes for a late night laundry load, my dogs were play wrestling on the bed. At one point, Nikki was on her back near the edge of the bed while Miss Lucy made mock lunges at her throat....