Guilty pleasures.

Somewhat secretly I've taken to listening to music from the classic musicals. And singing it. Outloud.

I was thinking of this because I realized how much I miss cuddling. And I remembered the one day I was with AVH on his bed, peering down at him and I suddenly felt it was necessary to sing "Think of Me" (Phantom of the Opera). It was beautiful. (ok, not my singing, but the moment)

I'm so impressed at the way a phone call can make me feel *that* much better about life. Really. Amazing. And so once again the situation doesn't seem so bad.

Had coffee again with B tonight. She patiently listened to me gushing nonsense about my life and all the crazy things I've decided I not only want to do but think I need to do. She's going to be my sex therapist, if I ever need one, because she says that's what she's going to be when she grows up. Then we talked about all the girls we went to high school with that have babies and I became frightened (as I typically do when the topic of babies arises).

I have neglected to mention that I had one of my best experiences with the Perseid meteor shower whilst we were Up North. That somewhat geeky side of me was revealed as I struggled to get the Celestron (telescope) to 'work with me'. While I pointed out constellations I quickly located Jupiter but spent at least five minutes attempting to find the moon through the lens. Yeah, serious.

*sigh* I miss you! (but it's good to know that I'm not the only one in that boat)