w11: monday small mercies

I used to be mutuals with a woman who posted a list of things that made her happy, each Monday, and at the time I was like 'what must it be like to have a skull full of pink gladioli without even any medication' but I've since found out that one of the other ways is simply to post it even though happiness is ridiculous.

I'm enjoying coffee. We don't do the Good Coffee thing, I know I could order small batch single origin hand ground and roasted over an ethical flame. Ours comes in a jar.

I'm enjoying having one daffodil on my desk. It's in a little white vase the in-laws brought us back from a holiday. The rest of the daffodils are downstairs, on a windowsill, in an ex-coffee jar.

I'm enjoying Obsidian, and wondering why I didn't last time I downloaded it. Perhaps I tried to fit in someone else's templates (This is going to be the ONE, guys, this is the thing that holds all your open stitches.) and this time I'm letting it be emergent.

I'm enjoying the spring weather. We've had a solid week of sun and I can feel all my cells un-greying.

I'm enjoying, and this one is really weird, the price difference between buying a bottle of 3mg/ml nicotine liquid and buying a 18mg/ml and some mixer. I know. It's utterly trivial. Petty. And yet.

I enjoyed seeing a large dozy bee bopping against the window this morning, as the garden warmed up. Thok. it went, and reversed for a minute to consider its options. Thok.

But right now that bee is somewhere eating sugar in the sunshine, not blogging about me, so who's the dozy one now, eh?