Today I drank good coffee made by someone with a passion. It was good. It always is.
I made porridge. I borrowed Kinfolk.
I wore red tights to brighten up the day.
I stitched some Flo feet and faces. I drew a bearded man with the machine.
I dropped a postcard to a friend.
The little moments in between all the hard work and necessaryness of life are where the joy is found. Acknowledge them. Savour them.