chipotle | Living in the future

It's the first day in Florida that feels like fall, with a low this morning of 60 or so. It's probably under 80 now, outside--which is where I am, at a pretty park near work. I'm typing this on the Sidekick, entering it directly on the LJ web page. I was thinking yesterday that this was like a Star Trek communicator, but it isn't, of course; Roddenberry's vision wasn't this sophisticated.

Work is going well enough it's almost alarming; I don't know if it's that I have a stronger sense of focus than I did before or that I've just been underestimating myself. I'd forgotten that I actually enjoy being a temp/consultant. I just don't know if I can make a living this way. In 1994 or so life was cheaper for me.

A friend thought I was in an unusually good mood last night. Maybe. Goodness knows I shouldn't be, all things considered, right? But I'm looking forward to--well, whatever happens next. I'm feeling more optimistic and excited than I have in years.

Which is honestly nuts.

But hey, isn't it nice to read a journal about someone whose life is turning upside down who isn't angsting over it?