Go To Your Happy Place

Because my train of thought was interrupted in the middle of this earlier, and I did kind of need it...

A list of things right now today that make me happy:

Yes, the kitten. Even if he is pesky and bitey, when I look at him curled up asleep, I can't be angry with him. He's so tiny and perfectly formed, and I grew him up from a barely-born lump. And he's got an incredibly loud purr for such a tiny guy. When he's happy, he shares.

My DVD collection. As I said a little while ago in the comments, it's nearly impossible to be grumpy while watching Mystery Men.

Getting stuff done around the house. Yeah, I'm very far from the world's most conscientious housekeeper, but even spending an hour or so getting the laundry and the dishes done and picking up trash in the yard or something makes me feel like I've accomplished something, instead of wasting a day.

My mp3 player. I love being able to carry my entire music collection around in my pocket. I love being able to put it on random shuffle and get the coolest, strangest, most eclectic set of tunes to listen to while I'm puttering around.

Books. To Kill a Mockingbird isn't the sort of thing I usually read, and it's rather languidly paced, as befits a book about the Deep South, but I'm enjoying it a lot.

Stash tea. This evening, I've had Darjeeling, and ginger-peach black tea, and lemon-ginger green tea, and it's all yummy and stimulating and soothing, and it keeps me going.

Hot bubble baths. I'm going to have one soon, with a book and a mug of tea, so that's three happy-making things at once.


So, there. And, y'know, I'm a fundamentally happy person, really. It's just that you're much more likely to hear about it when I'm miserable, because I like to bitch. Anyway people who talk about being happy are irritating.