Five more minutes in the morning, cocooned in the warmth of sleepy bed.

When Doug pouts. I can’t handle it. It’s too adorable. It destroys me. Like a weapon.

The dog’s innocent stare plus the cocking of her head. I think she knows.

Correcting people when they add “ir” in front of the word “regardless,” thereby making it a non-word full of wrong.

Picking up Sita the cat, even when it’s clear she has other plans.

Playing on the bass guitar Doug is renting. Did I mention that Doug is renting a bass guitar? To see if he likes it? Before he caves and buys one? I can’t believe my luck. Someone who encourages musical education. I can now freely play on my new-to-me piano. And by play I mean practice. And by practice I mean practice with excruciating precision. I’ve chosen some difficult music to learn, but baby, if it’s not challenging, they payback is nowhere near as large.

Singing “Crazy” by Patsy Cline when I’m in the shower. It’s either that or the music from Les Misérables, with special emphasis on “In My Life and A Heart Full of Love”, same as it’s been for the passed 15 years.

Eating the last of the chocolates. Even when I’m full. There were only three macaroons! Who leaves three macaroons? Crazy people. That’s who.

Daydreaming about my weekend in New York. I’m going to New York, did you know? Did you hear? It’s totally true. Doug is going for a conference for work, and I am joining him on Friday morning, and we’re going to be there on Friday, and Saturday, and Sunday. And then we’ll come home exhausted with a million photographs. Excitement!

Listening to just… one… more… song here. They are many of them wonderful. I have three favourites. Nature Boy, Expiration Date, and Hail Mary. And Single Ladies. And La Vie En Rose. And Beat the Horse. Okay, six favourites. At least you can do stuff with music playing the background, or I would be as useless as a baseboard heater that does not work in a cold home office. And that would just be cruel.

Dipping rippled chips in spaghetti sauce. I can’t resist that, it’s delicious. Hey, don’t judge me. You wouldn’t be able to either if you tasted this sauce. Seriously. Come over for dinner. I”ll make you spaghetti. You’ll be ruined for all other spaghettis for a long time.

Giggling when Chanelle the dog makes sleepy snoring and barking noises. She’s quiet, and yet when she’s asleep, she barks sometimes. This amuses me to no end. Even at 4am.

Taking the picture even when I’m almost positive it won’t turn out. The digital age has ruined me. I take photographs with wild abandon. Wild! Abandon! Even if it takes me two months to share them with the Internets.