sigh

i'm not sure what it is with me lately.

i've never been so contented. or optimistic. or confident. or happy, really.

went to another bar by myself. the most perfect wine bar ever created. and had a lovely pinot gris and a cheese plate with walnuts and honey drizzled all over and strawberries and bosc pears on the side.

and i'm reading the new yorker, getting cozy with my wine and feeling like everything is falling into place. all the right things are happening at all the right times. i'm not anxious or worried about anything. i'm getting my social life back, quality time with quality people over quality food. i'm not longing. i'm not lacking. i'm just so satisfied.

god. this is so syrupy and lame but it's true. it's freaking embarrassing. i promise there will not be too many more posts like this. i'm going to start withholding this kind of information from the public. y'all will start thinking i've lost my mind.

carry on. carry on. nothing to see here. just some looney happy lady...