Morning, bliss, and other happy things.

I never thought I'd be a morning person. And while I'm not precisely one now, it's something very close. I think it's mostly that I have something (someone) pleasant to wake up to.... I can think of no other thing that I would rather see first thing in the morning. Yay gooiness.

The intended house cleaning didn't go quite as planned.... It never got finished, so some of it looks worse than before. Oh well. We *will* get this sorted out though. There *will* be order in this house. Or something....

I need to borrow some large clamps from my mother, so I can put the dining table back together. It would be rather nice to have it standing properly rather than lying forlorn in one of the hallways. Poor thing. And then I can refinish it and make it look all pretty again.... :)

While we did not have an overly productive weekend, and while we did not go down to Kingston as we had intended, we did have lots of nice happy Us time, which had been getting too scarce of late. It was lovely. I never thought there could ever be anything like this, so perfect and pure. That euphoria that everyone says goes away after a little while is still there, The only difference in that we know each other so much better than we did at the beginning. Which just makes it better....