I spent yesterday sitting in a ballroom learning about destroying wells. It’s more complicated than you’d think, and I got my money’s worth out of the class. Unfortunately, I got that added value by learning that we were about to do something that we shouldn’t at work, and had to throw a big ol’ monkey wrench into some work plans.

But I also made a good contact for future work in my business and ran into someone I used to work with in my day job, so it was an interesting day. Of course, the text messages flying between me and Sarge didn’t hurt either.

I’m starting to feel comfortable enough with him to refer to him as my boyfriend, even to him. And he seems rather pleased with that label too. One thing I’m learning about a long-distance relationship is that there’s a lot of time to talk and get to know each other. We were talking via instant messenger for several hours a night until his computer crashed, and now it’s the phone (but after hours, when the calls are free.) Last night he had to drive several states away after work, so I kept him company on the phone for two or three hours, until I was about to fall asleep on the couch and he was almost home. It’s a good way to get acquainted, although I am very much looking forward to his visit out here in December.

So that’s consuming my life these days; work and talk and kids. And I haven’t even had much of the kids, since they went camping last weekend without me. Maybe I’ll go bear hunting this weekend just to shake things up a little bit. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I got too comfortable in life.