It didn't last very long, though. Without really thinking about it, I started humming a tune, as I often do when I'm working. Then I started singing the words to it, again without really thinking about what they were.
The problem is, the song happened to be For Today I am a Boy, by Antony and the Johnsons. And the words I started singing were:
One day I'll grow up, and I'll be a beautiful woman
One day I'll grow up, and I'll be a beautiful girl
But for today I am a child
For today I am a boy
I've got to hand it to Antony Hegarty, though. He* is very good at capturing a certain mournful feeling that can come with living in not-quite-the-right gender.
Oh gosh. Now I just listened to this song again and I'm actually crying.
So... just to balance things out a bit, I'll add that I had a great weekend hanging out with friends and with my brother and sister-in-law. It's not all bad! :)
*He prefers male pronouns, even though he doesn't identify as male.