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I was busy feeling sorry for myself because I am STILL phlegmlord, and it's been a week and a half and I'm going through tissues like they are going out of style, but I decided to focus on little things that make me happy instead.

Like how with a little Barkeeper's Friend and 45 seconds of gentle rubbing, I can make my yucky tarnished copper-bottomed saucepan all sparkly and shiny. It actually makes me love that copper tarnishes so easily, because I love making it clean again.

Like how I have thoughtful, caring, generous, beautiful people in my live journal and in my life.

Like how Cat Deeley is gorgeous and I know this even when LJ is cruelly withholding my journal header from me(I finally remembered about shift+refresh), because I have hours of SYTYCD on my DVR and because she's so easy to remember with her smiles and kind words and enormous hugs and just general delightfulness.

Like how within the next few weeks, I will have a gas stove again and the moving trauma will be over.

Like how 700 threadcount sheets are AWESOME.

Like how writing makes me feel like I am the center of my own joy.


So you, gorgeous people, what simple pleasures make you feel shiny?

I have been to the doctor this morning. In good news, she took my blood pressure and it is 'perfect.' Which is a huge improvement on 'oh dear' which is what it was when the 'lady doctor' took it. Amazing the difference a couple of milimetres of mercury can make. (ok, 14 mm)

In other news, she's referring me to the ENT bods at the hospital (Ear Nose and Throat for those jargon free types out there), and has signed me off work until 23 April. I'm starting to get worried that I won't be going back to work before I leave. And I actually really want to. Phoned work and they are really busy. 32 births already this month (we aim to average just under 1 a day) and still busy.

In good news, I got the official letter about my course that mom sent the other day.
( If you want to read the letter )

So I'm happy about that. I am not exactly sure how to go about letting them know I plan to take the spot they've offered, when I got into UCSC I had a form to fill out. I suppose I just write them a letter.

And now I'd best eat some lunch.