Well, let’s see
I go to work, come home, play with Kitty, read SDMB, watch the Daily Show and repeat the whole process each weekday.
Thursdays I sing with a Sweet Adelines chorus
Saturdays I get my hair and nails done, and sometimes go to dinner with friends and/or see a movie. Sundays I veg (and hang out in SBMD)
Rut? Yeah. But a comfortable one. I like my job, and I love to sing. right now I am restricted by nasty arthritis (and some very pain filled days). But I am doing something about that
Happy? - Content is more like it. As my physicallity improves, my happiness level will as well. But as MaxTheVol said - I’ve found the things I like. Ask me again in a year or so (when I’ve lost another 100 lbs)
I have a boring life. Everyone who knows me knows this. I’m not a boring person, though, and there’s a difference. I can talk about anything and have hobbies/interests and even favorite TV shows. Plus, a great sense of humor.
I do well when I have consistency and predictability in my life. For instance, if someone unexpectedly asks me if I want to have dinner with them at a four-star restaurant, my first thought is usually: “Damn, what about the Budget Gormet I had planned to heat up?” At the end of the day, all I want to do is decompress and do things that I want to do. I become grouchy and nervous if it looks like my plans are going to be disrupted.
I always dread the question, “What did you do this weekend?” Usually, my answer is something like “Just hung around and did chores” but sometimes I make shit up, just so I don’t seem so pathetic. Most weekends, I will spend the whole time on the couch, writing or reading or watching DVDs or listening to music. Boring, yes, but I find them enjoyable, recharging activities.
Definitely report back.
As for my job, if you know how to not laugh when you really want to, and can be nice to the meanest S.O.B.s in the world, you can do it. The sheep don’t need to learn how to fly aircraft, they simply need to know how to smile. Who could stay mad at sheep?
As for my ‘boring’ life. I’ll take 10 months of rut for every 2 months of chaos. Thats the way it works for me. Although, I can finally say, I’ve never been happier than I am right now.
I presume you’ve never owned sheep.
Oh, come on, sheep are NOTORIOUS for falling prey to attacks of the giggles. Really, it’s their one weakness. Why do you think it’s us wearing their fur as clothing, and not the other way round?
Let’s just say that I took a week off last month to stay home and do largely nothing. I loved it. I’m probably going to do it again next month. 
I have a pretty boring life. I work Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday I shop, visit my parents, hang out with friends, do karaoke. Go to Starbucks and sit and go to the neighborhood bar in between. Nothing terribly exciting. Oh, yeah, and wineries. I like to go to wineries. Especially at this time of year, in the fall.
This stuff is good and I like it, but hardly exciting. Hey, at my age, I’m happy with this! 
Can’t say that I have ever had that pleasure. Where I live, I have to go to the zoo to see farm animals 
Pulls out copy of niece’s “Sarah Goes to the Farm” book, scratches head. Yup, all there in black and white. Who knew?
But enough about those cuddly, good-humored (or maybe not?) creatures…
When I’m happy, I like my routine. It feels comfortable. When I’m unhappy, unsettled, dissatisfied–like now–few things please me, and the prospect of the “same old thing” makes me want to tear out my hair. I feel a desperate need to pack up and go somewhere else, even if for only a few hours or a weekend. I’ve been in this state of mind for more than a year now and it’s starting to wear on my nerves.
I’m with Spider Robinson, “Familiarity breeds content.” Yes, I’m something of a homebody and am not terribly comfortable in crowds and noise, but I don’t think my life is boring. I come home to cats and dog who are silly and do amusing things on a constant basis, we eat dinner at home almost all the time but the dinners tend toward the gourmet end of the spectrum and we have a cheerful competition thing going on to see who can feed the other one the yummiest food. We’d rather go Netflix than overspend in theaters but our choices in movies are eclectic to state the case mildly. I read a lot and my tastes are all over the map, we go out for coffee once a week and our drinks are the same but we’ll try out new pastries if they look good. It’s only looks boring from far away–I prefer to think that we lead a rich life of the mind and senses but don’t have an adrenaline jones to feed or a facade to maintain. Comfort is an art form and my SO and I specialize in it.