2. Lilacs and hyacinth and linden and other sweet-smelling things which waft into [crazily/newly] opened windows.
3. Helping out in my kiddo's preschool and seeing her as a Big Kid.
4. Grass picnics. Bench picnics. Concrete stoop picnics.
5. Watching The Jungle Book in bed with my kids, eating popcorn and reveling in the fact that, as an adult, I get to make the plans and rules and spending the evening like this is one of them.
6. Walking to one's destination out of pleasure- and not because you've checked the Bus Tracker and nothing's due for at least another forty minutes and we may all die from the biting wind if we remain still.
7. My daughters reading together, all snuggled up like no one's even making them.
8. Eating a gargantuan tub of Graeter's black raspberry chip ice cream with my husband because this is another one of those plans and/or rules.
9. Writing. Writing stuff that makes me happy and makes me feel intelligent and makes someone else go "Oh, wow. She knows what's what. We should give her some money for this sort of thing."
10. The closing weekend of my show. Which means that it was awesome and real and it really, awesomely happened.
That'll do, Week, that'll do.
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