Don’t worry, it’s not me getting married.  But I heard from two very, very old friends over the past week who’ve either proposed to their girlfriends or are planning to do so this week (and have the plan set up of to do it).  Is there something in the water that’s causing engagement?  I’m not complaining, seriously — I’m very happy for them.  I guess I’m just getting to that age when my friends are all moving into that “next phase,” and I’m (as usual) just catching up to the place where they were a year or two ago.  Which means I’m also kind of moving into a different stage of things in my life, which also takes some getting used to on my part.  I almost feel compelled to fight it a little, to hang on a little harder to the rebellious ne’er-do-well inside… pardon me a moment while I go rock out to the Fugazi track that just came on the radio.

I will say that I think the nesting instinct is hitting hard.  Last night spurred the beginning of a spring cleaning spree the likes of which haven’t been seen in a while.  I guess I’m just trying to make my place habitable and streamline my belongings.  And I must be getting old because when I woke up Saturday morning and saw it was 90 degrees outside, my initial thought was, “If it’s this hot here, it must be roasting out in the desert, and I’m glad I didn’t go to Coachella because it would’ve been unbearable.”