a quiet night

Last night K and I made a simple dinner and caught up on "24." I was worried about something early in the night, but after we talked about it, I felt much better. In fact, I felt happier than I have in months. I've always been an emotional person, and with growing up has come the realization that I can't connect to my life emotionally like I did when I was younger. Last night, I felt like I used to - content, glad to be there, wanting nothing altered or improved. The funny thing is that nothing important happened last night - we watched some TV, we talked, and we made some plans for getting a kitten (hopefully by the end of this week - :-D) and that was it. Maybe I've just been too much of a drama queen in the past few years - I've expected too much challenge/adventure in my life to be happy with a quiet existence. Oh, I'll never fully lose my Need for the New, but I don't have to fill it every day. Being gone last week and being busy made me realize that I needed peaceful pursuits. I've thought a once or twice that in a few years, I'll kick myself for having been unhappy when I had lazy evenings and less on my plate, but my petulant mind caste aside this chance to redeem the moment and moped some more. I guess last night I was just ready to see it at last for what it is- a good season.