Some Good Things

The breakfast sandwich I made on a ciabatta roll earlier today (technically it was a lunch sandwich, if we’re going by timing, but it was a breakfast sandwich in its essence).
Reading the excellent The Seep by Chana Porter, which had all the flavors of New Weird that I love in Jeff VanDerMeer’s work, but with a very gentle, thoughtful focus on identity and grief.
Having a long cuddle/nap with Orpheus earlier this afternoon.
Knowing there’s only five more work days until I go on vacation.
The feeling of knowing one writing project will soon be finished, and that another will soon begin.
Pictures of my new nephew in the family group chat.
Anticipating a lovely walk later this afternoon.
Getting takeout later, if I hit my word goal for the day (if not, I’ll cook a fancy dinner for myself here, so really, I win either way).
My growing collection of fancy tea cups and saucers.
The slow but satisfying process of cleaning out my apartment.
Books. Always and forever, books.

oh! the hero complex