plain old happy

sometimes it is really nice to realize that the love of your life is so complimentary to your entire being. how his qualities and skills, and even his shortcomings, are a puzzle piece that fit in with your own.

we were just discussing the science article kz linked to on his blog, and i had just learned some details about retroposons and DNA repair, so i was all interested in it (and, as a certified CHO, do not share his concern over resurrecting the virus in a BL3 rather than a BL4 lab :) ). we got into a long discussion, as happens frequently; and somewhere in there i mentioned i might someday like to be an editor for a scientific journal, since i miss working with language these days. and he was so supportive, it was incredible. we began to discuss our relative merits, and while he was expounding on my work ethic and attention to detail, i was marveling at his ability to pick ideas out of the ether and synthesize them in a way that would never occur to me. the same way couples sometimes romanticize about growing old together when they are feeling mushy - and we do that, too - we also love to forecast how someday, our fields will intersect and we will find ourselvs working on a multidisciplinary project using computers to model and analyze greater problems in biochemistry or biology, and how much we would each bring to the table in that collaboration. and i get really excited about those visions, and like to daydream about them; perhaps that's how some of my peers feel about acquiring a house with their mate. that sounds nice and all, but i don't feel wistfully hopeful about it in my free time. so i think this is our version. and i think we'll do it, too.

we also made some comments about how exciting it will be to make smart babies someday, and have a real family (we have a fake one now with my menagerie of bears and hippos; we are slightly retarded and deranged in our anthropomorphism of the poor creatures, and in how we emote through them, but it's cheaper and cleaner than having a puppy). but the moms shouldn't start knitting, or anything. eek.

anyway, it's just really nice, is all. and i make a lot of complaintative blog posts and people might think i'm nothing but piss and vinegar, but that's not true. i'm on cloud 9 with a stimulated brain and a bunch of stuffed animals; if i could distill this for you and sell it as an elixir, i would.