Happiness is

A giant hug for the person who tracked down the extended version of The Box for me.

I thought it was gone forever after my car was robbed.

And now I am listening to it on high volume, beer in hand, in the recliner.

Thank you, dude. You don’t even know how happy I am right now.

Happiness is

Walking by the coffeehouse and seeing the face of an old friend who doesn’t live here anymore.

Eating scrumptious food with said old friend and then playing Scrabble and being soundly beaten. (If I had a camera, you’d see the evidence.)

Playing ratfuck in the coffeehouse while drinking chai and feeling about fifteen years old again.

Word games into the night.

An ordinary day turned extraordinary by happenstance.