Wednesday's child...
Wednesday evenings at home fill me with a surprising contentment. It's the night for live music in the pub across the road, which always seems to be a bluesy woman singing, and sitting listening to that in the darkening day, reading, playing on the internet (or in today's case, doing the Sainsbury's order), desultory conversation with Katie, is so beautifully peaceful. There's always stuff in my life to piss me off, or to worry me, or to stress me out, but nights like this always remind me that, fundamentally, I am happy with my life. I have a secure job which I mostly enjoy, I have friends and family whom I love and who love me (I think, in my less paranoid moments *g*), I live in a nice flat in a nice area with a vee, vee nice flatmate, and I get to spend much of my time in pursuits I enjoy with people I like. I think I'm lucky to be able to say all that.