Yeah, well that lasted long. Two months later, and here I am doing my second post. Ah well. Better late than never.

And Sarah Palin is an idiot. Really, do I have to say more than that?

I just returned from having after-dinner drinks with yet another of my wonderful co-workers. Honestly, mine is the workplace that people dream about. Is it possible to like nearly all (save one) of the 20 people you work with? But I think I'm due after all of the incredibly shitty places at which I've chosen to work over the years. Between the boss who regularly compared himself to Jesus and the one who faked her auditing records to bilk advertisers out of tens of thousands of dollars, I earned it.

Two more days till my 4-day holiday weekend. Not going anywhere, but I'm happy just the same. My husband and I have been in the midst of some kind of second honeymoon since the beginning of the year, and it's ludicrous how much we are enjoying just being in the presence of one another. I asked him recently what the hell is going on, and he advised me not to question it. But of course I will. Of course I've loved the man since I met him, but why this sudden rush of passion, and how the hell have we kept it going for more than six months? I feel like I'm 16 again, experiencing my first love. I know my marriage will last, but I thought bursts of passion like this necessarily burned themselves out after a few weeks, or a month at the most. That's what makes it passion, right? The very fact that it's ephemeral. Otherwise, like Christmas or birthdays, it wouldn't be special. I do know of one marriage that has pretty much sustained the passion for so long most people wouldn't give it credence any longer. She was married at 19, and now she is barely 30. And her husband calls her 5-6 times a day, they are one another's best friend, and, to borrow a trite phrase, seem very much made for one another.

I doubt my husband and me will sustain the level of this mutual passion for eleven years, but I am pleasantly surprised to be proven wrong that "honeymoon periods" can last beyond a few weeks. Now excuse me while go I have sex with my husband...

Goddess knows if I will keep up with this beyond this morning. I am trying to write again -- write not for money. I am paid (too much) to write what amounts to drivel about the healthcare industry for corporate America. Of course, I can't complain. I am paid well to work in an office full of wonderful, smart, insightful people. For the first time in my 12-year writing career, I am not stressed, and I am not overworked. For perhaps the first time in my life (and although I am given to hyperbole, this is not an overstatement), I am happy. And I'm even happier that I am happy. Like many people (and I do believe Americans think this more than other nationals), happiness does not come easy for me. At this point, I am usually given to list all of the trials and tribulations that have led to this dearth of happiness. But I am trying to move beyond that ... Trying to become just a little less egomaniacal than I am. Of course, the irony is that I am doing this via a blog.

It is late, so to encourage myself to pick this up where I left off, I will end with the following sentence that will force me to explain myself tomorrow:

Sarah Palin is smart.