It's currently 50 degrees Fahrenheit outside my window. Raining off and on. I have a mug of white chocolate with a little bit of pumpkin spice and cinnamon mixed in, in one of my favorite mugs, and some made from scratch gingerbread men my neighbor made. And I'm sitting at my desk, listening to Miles Davis duets while I review French.
And in two days I will be able to cross those last four words off the preceding paragraph.
Do I really have to spell out why this qualifies as my daily happy?