These are a few of the things that make me happy.

That Matt video made me cry for being happy.

Also, cheesecake and falling asleep all curled up with someone I care about. Not at the same time, mind.

And books. Particularly books like The Society of Others, because they are full of love and hope and idealism mixed perfectly with depression, misery and ignorance, and so include lines like this:

“In the midst of aches in the joints, anxiety over the payment of bills, concern for the safety of those you love, envy of the rich, fear of robbers, dog-weariness at the end of a long day, and the unacceptable slipping away of youth, there does occasionally appear, like a ray of light piercing the clouds, a moment of joy. Perhaps you have entered the house and sat down before removing your boots. A friend has pressed a drink into your hands, and is telling you the latest news. You see from his face that he’s glad you’ve come in; and you are glad too. Glad to be sitting down, glad of the warming glow of the drink, glad of your friend’s furrowed brow and eager speech. For this moment, nothing more is required. It is in its way unimprovable. This is what I mean by the Great Enough.”

The moment of *I Made This* that comes at the end of a project, whether it’s a bookcase or a loaf of bread.

Felis domesticus.

Rainbows.

An unexpected raccoon. (”Oh, hi! Where’re you going?”