Two small things that have made me happy over the past couple of days were looking at photographs of my dad's race car that he restored, as well as weighing myself on the scale, as I haven't gained any weight lately.
Ahh...Doesn't last that long. I'm a heat vampire, leeching heat out of my surrounds, hot water, other people, and Rue. The only thing in my household that leeches more heat than me is the cat. She makes me look like an amatuer.
Waking with extra energy after the transition back to standard time, and chatting with friends (live, not virtual chatting) at the laundromat in the morning.
Finally seeing the light at the end of this huge approved extradition translation I'm doing. Feeling grateful that this same, gigantic, multi-perp case has been putting food on my table since I started with the USDOJ four years ago.
If your tea is fuzzy, maybe you need to dump it and buy fresh. You couldn't just leave it, could you? Trying to infuse a little extra humor?
@Lewdog LOVE V8! Gosh... I really don't know where to start. There's so much in my life that pleases me to no end. (Even when my bi polar strips me of the ability to enjoy something right there and then, I have the memory of knowing that I love it, and its time will come around in due course.) Being only able to pick two, I'd have to go with my most regularly enjoyed atm. 1. S.D. Bell's Kilimanjaro Roast Coffee. It has a kick like a mule, and can resurrect my weary mind in minutes—handy for when I'm either on a writing or drawing bender, and I need to buy myself another couple of hours to complete my goal. 2. My Olympus SLR. Mind you... if I wasn't in the middle of a writing drought right now, I think I'd have to pop Scrivenor into the No.2 spot instead. My camera and writing software serve different needs at different times, but coffee is always a constant.
Me too! My most regularly enjoyed ATM is the one at the local grocery store. Always in service and gives me lots of cash, and doesn't eat my card.
@minstrel lol... Not quite what I meant... I walked right into that one and it boinked me on the nose.
Skim milk and my daily cupcake without frosting. I about melted on my trip to Scotland when skim milk was a tough thing to find. I haven't taken it for granted since and absolutely loved everything else about my trip. Weird habit, yes, but it's my habit.
I haven't stabbed anyone with my pen today, (there had been a few who've pressed the limit...) . The fact that my co-workers respect my space bubble, even if some folks don't.
Knowing that where I live (Puerto Rico), pleasantries and endearments are alive and well and no one sues anyone for sexual harassment. Mom and I are both sick today so I drove us to the local pharmacy to get some cough/flu syrup where we chatted with the exceedingly nice young pharmacist who greeted us with the aforementioned pleasantries and endearments. In some local pharmacies in PR, you can still get the "good" syrup direct from the pharmacist, no need for a doc. We both looked like shit, the pharmacist gave us no guff and she promptly filled our order. Mild, pleasant euphoria ensues.
Chocolate pudding and chocolate ice cream with chocolate topping and chocolate sprinkles. (there is no emoji eating an icecream)
@Darkkin I wonder if the skimmed milk situation in Scotland is the same as here in the North of Ireland? In most supermarkets there will be Full Fat (the blue top) and Semi-Skimmed (the green top). As for skimmed, very few people use it so retailers don't buy much in, and there's often a vacant spot where the Red Tops should sit, but don't, the skimmed milk devotees having bought them all up while they had the small window of opportunity. We like our cholesterol.... some have been moved to suffer semi-skimmed for the sake of our arteries, but we're not that concerned, so it's a situation that will likely not change. What are we if not creatures of habit? Another small thing I'd like to give an honorable mention to. A friend landed in last week with a wee pressie he'd picked up for me. A while back I'd been reading a copy of Moby Dick, as recommended by @123456789 to help me get my First Person head on. My friend found a lovely little bound hardback copy in mint condition, complete with fine gilded pages and a place marker. The paper feels like the sort you get in good quality copies of the Bible, and the weight feels reassuring in my hands. My only other copy was a High School issue paperback, that was so well read that some of the pages had come loose. Only drawback... tiny print. Which brings me to another small thing... ...my varifocals.
I'm up way before my alarm, again and I remembered to water my ivy. Usually, I'm a green thumb amputee, but my plant is doing surprisingly well. Green and growing things within the proper construct make the world a better place. Good: Flower pots, gardens, wooded areas. Bad: Anything in the refrigerator...
Unfortunately my youngest cat is convinced that plant pots are her own personal toilet facilities. Green fingered or not, my home is utterly plant free. Maybe a large spiny cactus would teach her a lesson. Gosh, I'm mean.
