1.  A quiet day at home is sometimes exactly what I need to get my head back together.  It worked.

2.  A pickle from the supermarket deli barrel.  Quite disgustingly delicious, and yeah, at least I wasn’t buying ice cream on the same trip.  And a pickle is better for me than everything else I was tempted to put into my mouth on that shopping trip, so I figure I came out ahead.  Oh, and the insane wonder-whippet begs for – and eagerly devours – bites of pickle, too.  Then she scrunches up her face as she eats her portion.  This makes me at least as happy as eating the pickle, myself.  Silly old dog.

3.  Either people are being really polite, or pregnancy/prednisone agrees with me.  I’ve gotten more compliments – both from people who know & who don’t know about the pregnancy – in the last few weeks.  Or it could be they’re just noticing the absence of anguish on my face, which most folks have probably gotten used to seeing over the last few years.  Whatever, it’s really nice to know I might not look as crappy as I feel.  Either that, or it’s really nice to know how very nice my friends are…

4.  Don’t tell the boy, but it’s been lovely having the entire (well, entire minus the space taken up by the lolling dog) bed to myself.

5.  Hot chocolate and biscuits for breakfast.  Because it’s Valentine’s day.  And well, because I wanted to.  It was awesome.