I feel a should coming on.

And I am refusing -- gleefully.

I was standing in the kitchen earlier going through the tasks required to make a caramel, vanilla latte. pdi was preparing his lunch. We were chatting about this and that. Touching on the way we react in predictable ways and other such inquiry.

I was really hit with just how much I love my life.

My Sweetie, Michelle, is getting married on April 17. Of course, I have another commitment for that entire day. Doesn't matter. I will not miss her wedding.

She is happier than I have ever seen her. It fills my heart to the top. Pretty funny, isn't it? I'm in love with this woman and I am thrilled that she has found someone who lights her up like Broadway. If I had learned my social lessons well, I should be very unhappy. Aren't I suppose to have a series of misadventures while trying to break them up?

Yeah, right. I love her to pieces and she is happy as a clam. How could I not be happy for her? I am happy for her. I'm thrilled for her.

Yep. I love my life.