Belated (again!!!) birthday wishes, and something that ought to have been blindingly obvious

Dearest duniazade , belated but very, very heartfelt wishes for your birthday and, most of all, for a fantastic year ahead!
The lateness of the wishes may not be excused but at least justified by the fact that I went out like a light yesterday after my sports marathon.

Something that ought to have been blindingly obvious to anybody with two brain cells and one synapse:
If you think you're completely zen about Somebody, and you invite Somebody to your place, knowing that letting people into your place has a special significance because your place is your cocoon and externalized self, you shouldn't be astonished if your zenitude re. Somebody is being shaken to its feeble core.
You might have remembered, oh lady of by no means few summers, that when the love of your life left you after spending no more than two nights at your place, you saw him sitting at your table, in shirtsleeves and working, for a long, long time.
Seeing Somebody relaxing into the comfy chair, half asleep, adorably crumpled and just plain edible, was therefore Not A Good Idea, considering you wanted to remain zen.
Yours eyerollingly
PW37's wiser self, back from a short holiday

To which PW37's not-so-wise self simply replies: Bugger. Bugger, bugger, bugger with a side dish of blast.
Upon which both selves roll up their sleeves and start rebuilding the zen.
*hollow laughter*

Random thought of the day: I had the guy 5m from my bed, when he was saying hello to ze boyz. And he's not very likely to get any closer. Once again, and with feeling: BUGGER

ETA, half an hour later: having fun trying to persuade myself that the butterflies in my stomach are nothing but interview-induced stage nerves.
Total fail.
Though I'm fretting slightly re. interview. But the weekly [...] briefing is at 9.30. The interview at 11. There seems to be such a thing as rules of precedence for butterflies...