A quiet happiness is missing

Not much going on besides work lately. It's been crazy with the product launch so days have been long and nights have been way too short. There's still more work ahead but at least it's more reasonable.

odd in a way I suppose. I've been operating pretty hard lately. Enough so that I guess I didn't notice that there's some level of happiness missing. Not that I'm unhappy. I'm content. But that level of easy calm is lacking. Knowing that I come home to something more than the sink full of dishes that I've left for three days and a fridge with two bottles of wine, half a carton of eggs and not much else. I'm not sad, just not happy. That and It's hot which makes things even more uncomfortable.

It's way to fucking hot lately. My apartmet feels like 95 degrees even at night. Even as I write, I'm sweating like crazy. The bedroom is the coolest room during the day but someone nearby has a windchime that I need to track down and silence because it won't quit ringing and it's goddamn annoying.