I'd like to declare that I absolutely love my boss.

If I was remotely straight, I'd go all out to marry him and have his babies.

Actually, even otherwise, I'd strongly consider doing it.

He just defended me and my work -- yet again and rather superbly -- to yet another monumentally stupid higher-up, who it seemed couldn't begin to add 1 + 2 + 3 to save her life.

It's such an odd odd odd experience for me to have someone defend me and the quality of my work -- I've had lots of people lots of times tell me privately that they think I'm getting screwed over but almost never have I had the experience of someone standing up to others for it (and not because they particularly care about me but because they believe in the work).

Sorry, I'm gushing about this but work's been truly stressful because of absolute batshit-crazy mind-numbing nonsense (the level of the problems -- I kid you not -- has been to the point of getting people to agree about the difference between imagination and reality) and I've spent the last two therapy sessions pretty much going non-stop and almost till I'm out-of-breath, cribbing to current T on how work is (I've almost never done that about work in my entire life so far, really).