Quaffable, but uh... far from transcendent.

Last night, while mulling over a small glass of wine (Beringer White Zinfindel, to be exact - aka "the Pepsi of the wine world", since we aren't really wine "people" in my house), I came to the conclusion that I'm actually pretty content. On the verge of happy, even. Things seem to be going pretty well these days. Not too much drama, the stress has kind of peaked and then plateaued and the holidays loom large in the near future. So things, for now, are good. This is such a strange feeling for me, this sense of universal okay-ness, that I find myself not knowing what to do with all of those reserves of anxiety I've built up over the years. So, it's still there - sort of free floating in the miasma of my emotional soup. But in the background. Where I hope it will stay.