Some things, I think, are best enjoyed when you know you're not supposed to be doing them.
I have no time for this. I should be working. I have so mach I have to do this week. 3 exams and 3 assignments. But I totally forgot about the Tarbucks gift certificate I got for Christmas and just re-discovered while searching through my wallet for that slip of paper containing forgotten email address #6. So what better way to celebrate?
Enjoyment can only be heightened when it stimulates all five of the senses, plus that of memory? Is memory a sense? It is to me.
Incense from the UAE. I'm almost out. I can't wait for May, when I get to visit for a couple weeks.
Starbucks coffee. Too expensive normally, but I had a gift certificate.
Dan Bern. The Swastika LP. Over and over. Funny how music can excite those memories.
Knitting. I'm almost done. So relaxing.
Sitting on my bed. A whole hour. I should be working, but this is so much more pleasant.
Fill my ears, fill my eyes, fill my hands, fill my head, fill my mouth, fill my lungs.
Hey, hey, the fog is gone.