Do I need to tell you that I had a wonderful time with Megan and Tina on Saturday night?

No, I didn’t think so.

As I said while I was putting on my coat to leave Megan’s warm, good-smelling apartment, it has been a long time since I’ve had two girlfriends who not only knew each other but also (as Tina added, nodding in agreement) lived in close enough proximity to make joint hanging out possible. I’m usually a one-friend-at-a-time fanatic, but even I have got to admit that there is something marvelous about a small party of three kindred spirits.

Since then, I’ve been working pretty hard; I’m trying to get a few assignments out of the way before this famed big project I’m supposed to be starting actually gets going later this week. Yesterday, that meant researching the state of scientific evidence proving the benefits of various forms of arts therapy. Today, it meant writing about prokaryotes. Did you know that some bacteria move around only with the help of tiny bundles of minerals embedded in their cytoplasm, constantly orienting and reorienting themselves in alignment with the Earth’s magnetic poles? I did not. Now I do. I also learned a new word: magnetotactic. Try saying it. Go on. You’ll like it.

By all of which, I suppose, I mean to say that perhaps work isn’t so bad right now after all. And as you can see, play is pretty good too.