Two nice things

[desperance]

Still don't wanna, but I am at least still here (unlike Mac, who has abandoned me on pursuits of his own).

Here are two nice things, as I am fed up with the other kind:

* trotting downstairs to find myself confronted by New Door, which is black and imposing and secure-looking; and realising as I do so that I am not in fact bent double as I drive into a headwind, because there is in fact no howling draught coming under the door any more

and

* tasting the steak-and-kidney in the oven and going om-nom-nom. When I was a child, kidney was something that I did not like; and my mother would cook it sometimes anyway, because offal and cheap cuts were very much our thing, and so I would have to eat it anyway. And I have not cooked steak and kidney ever, because that memory lingers, despite the knowing that in my adult life I have actually learned to like kidney very much. So today I bought steak and kidney, and am cooking same. And it tastes gorgeous.

Tell me two nice things. Just two. It ain't hard.