Commencement

[OK, world, you have been giving me one hell of a ride since my niece was born two weeks ago. Much of it has been deliriously happy, and even the one part that was unpleasant felt like the first right step I've taken with regard to a certain subject in a long time. (To tell someone you're not there for them is, as Nixon said, abhorrent to every instinct in my body, but it was necessary.) The only down side to all this activity is that I don't feel as though I've have had time to sit and process all that's happened. I worry that events are going to overtake me. Gotta worry or it's not real.]

[You know about the niece, the job, the housesitting gig, John's return to S.F., and Jessica finally getting out of Cancun. There has been collateral drama associated with each of these events, of course. But the one event not carrying much drama is the New Guy. (Until I remember to ask his permission to use his name here, he's the New Guy.) This almost total lack of anxiety in the context of dating is unprecedented in my experience.]

[It's too soon to say anything other than so far, so spectacular. This is my first stab at real romance since becoming single almost two years ago; it's good to feel like I know how to do this, and better than I did in my 20s. Slowly, slowly, but remember to enjoy yourself. Yeah, I have one eye cocked over my shoulder, leery of the oncoming locomotive. Of course I do. No whistles or plumes of steam yet.]

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