What day is this? Wednesday? And somehow, instead of feeling sad that the week is barely half over, I’ve been strangely elated all week.

I’ve been riding on the high from that class. I’ve been getting my ducks in a row. I’ve got my test gauge ordered, and this weekend I will do some finalizing work on my logo with my sister, so I can get my forms made. I’ve got a whole list going in my head, and lists make me happy, especially when they’re completed and not late at all.

I pimped out my company to one of our friends, who happens to be the construction manager for the largest home builder in the county. He has someone lined up to do what I do in two of the towns they’re working in, but not the third. Sadly, he needs someone sooner than I will actually have my paperwork, but he promised to keep me in mind for upcoming work. That has potential!

My favorite horse is sore, so I just lightly exercised him while the boys were roping last night. I didn’t get to chase any steers, but I had fun with Jack. In the two months we’ve had him, he’s lightened up considerably in the mouth and the sides, and he’s much more fun to ride. He’s building my confidence more and more every day. He is one of Cowboy’s main roping string, but Cowboy also knows that he’s my favorite, and only rides him when he needs to rope. I do most of the rest of the riding on him.

And if I thought a horse was great therapy for a bad mood, well, he’s also good for a good mood. Even for a senseless good mood. I’m grinning at nothing in particular, and people are starting to look at me funny. Is this the opposite of PMS?

And today, some subcontractors are on my site. I like this company a lot—I worked really closely with them three years ago. I do like competence, and these guys are not only really good at what they do, but they’re a bunch of good people. Their boss is coming out later this afternoon, and I’m looking forward to going out to lunch with him.

And they have a good association with me in another way. When they were last here, I was dating the construction foreman of the company who hired them (gasp! Dating a coworker!) Even after we stopped seeing each other, we always had a nice friendship going. When I heard these guys were coming out, it reminded me of him, but I’ve lost track of him due to too many job and phone number changes.

But I walked up to the site this morning, and the current foreman said she had something for me. She gave me a ticket stub, and written on it was, “Jules, call me,” and his phone number. So I called and left a harassing voice mail message, but it’s just made my day.

Damn, what’s left to this week? It’s too early in the year to win that truck, but I feel like something else is bound to go right for me.