Green-eyed monster

Despite four decades of self-awareness, I've not yet managed to figure out exactly where the line is between envy and jealousy. Maybe it's just a matter of degree.

I am certainly envious, if not all the way to jealous, of friends with more money, bigger brains, slimmer figures, etc. Fortunately, all of my friends who have those things are also amazingly sweet, which takes the sting out of the envy--if I can't order BPAL on a regular basis, at least someone I adore can romp through the LE catalog. *grin*

Tomorrow, I will be training my replacement. The new job is improving, and next week I will be building my very first book. Nonetheless, there is something very concrete and real about the door that closes when Bosstopus' new administrative assistant begins her new job. I'm the one who talked Bosstopus into meeting with her, and they're both excited, but first of all, it means I can't go back if things don't work out at Hyphenated Co., and second, it means that someone else is getting to work with my mom, and yes, I'm flat-out jealous of that.