These days are sweet and strange.

Lots going on in my “personal life” right now, though much of it I don’t feel comfortable posting about explicitly at this point. But I will say this much, and hope that it is, in some small way, satisfying (for me, anyway):

Isn’t it funny how days for which you have absolutely no expectations—or even more so, days for which you have the lowest of expectations—can just come out of nowhere and far exceed any expectation you could have possibly had for that day?

I had one of those days recently: Gorgeous weather ... Ended up being able to intersect with a dear friend for a few minutes during a lovely walk across town ... Got an unexpected and very sweet gift ... Then an unexpected date that had me giddy as a schoolgirl.

None of those things were planned when I woke up in the morning.

Growing up, it was always understood that I was the one who couldn’t deal with surprises. That is, tell me you had a surprise for me, and you were setting yourself up for minutes/hours/days of pure, unadulterated agony as I tortured you into revealing that which you had had the misguided notion to hold over my head. Or into insanity. Whichever came first.

Surprises I don’t know are coming, on the other hand...that’s some good shit right there.