3 day weekends
A good cup of hot chai latte
Open windows on a cool fall day (or a just starting to warm up spring day)
The sounds of Saturday mornings from when I was a kid—chainsaws across the neighborhood (looking back, I have to wonder who it was that always had to cut up trees on Saturday morning!), the record player in the living room stacked with the “Sounds of the 60s,” some E Power Biggs and Marvin Hamlisch playing “The Sting”
Snow days. I don’t care that they have to be made up eventually. There’s just something magical about snowdays with hot chocolate, a big pot of soup and a good book.
Florida. I love a good beach vacation.
Michigan blue skies
Fudge.
A well-timed phone call
Friday nights at home. I remember when I thought that was the worst way to spend a Friday night; now I love my nights at home.
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