in the middle of the dust kicked up

I am happy.

I see everyone around me either at my end of the spectrum, if not further, or at the other end. There seems to be almost no middle ground.

Sometimes it takes me a lot to make me excited about life, but only because I over-think it. It doesn't take that much for me to realize how content I am at times.

Like now.

I may be busy--up to my neck in research, dialects, and the chant from Yuya, and theoretically fresh out of fiscal hope--but I love being this content. I will probably feel differently once the deadlines start running into each other at the edge of the cliff, but for now, I am happy.

And there are many reasons for that, but I think you can guess who's at the heart of it. In fact, the man in question is on Skype with me right now. (Technically, we're messaging, and he's working on a huuuuge paper, so we're not talking right now, but the geeky thing is we talked while we were writing our respective papers. Isn't that...cute? On some level?)

Although it brings to mind my insatiable, misunderstood want for a relationship. Whatever that means anymore. It's hard enough trying to maintain a friendship from across the country, imagine trying to maintain...well...whatever this is. It's a friendship. On a whole other plane, though. I digress.

But this suits me just fine.