On the up-and-up

No, not enceinte. But certainment tres much more jolie these jours. Je mean, really. Qui can be that lachrymose for that long? It just gets so vieux. (Don't we all?) In any case, mon cycle seems to have evened out un peu, and the signs are far more propitious than previousment. Almost like a real girl. Fille. Something. Bah!

So oui. Next mois? Or the une apres. Que cera cera, and whathaveyou. In the meantime, we have bonnes nouvelles on the gas front, so next winter should be less frigid than the une just passing. Vraiment! Je sais. Hard to believe, utility companies being what they are. Morte ends, contradictiones, exorbitant charges --- Jam has dealt with it all. Mon courageux peu. Her rewards shall be beaucoup. Totally.

So Je may be on the rag, and there may still be milles and milles to go before Je gestate, and ennui may still reign at mon place de travail, and Printemps may be only partially sprung, and there may well be extreme suffering around, but optimisme now regrets its betrayal of me, its fondest disciple. Je retour to positive pensee, et drag Jammy avec moi. Summer approches. Let the bon temps roll!