Good things in an otherwise shitty world

Every Halloween Target brings back Frankenberry and Count Chocula and Booberry cereal and I stock up on it. I mix some of all three in a huge bowl with a quart of milk and it makes me feel like a ittle kid again, all I need is the great seventies Saturday morning cartoons to complete it.
 
You know the chocolate covered cherries that come out this time of year? This year I found some marked 'black cherry cola', so I figured I'd grab a box. Haven't cracked it open yet though. Saving it for next week.
 
Soft blankets, a roaring fire, romantic movie and good company.
 
People.

Seriously, for each individual who's contributed to making my life hell this week, there have been so many others who did the opposite. Special mentions go to: The postman who's cheerful in spite of his insanely long round; the bus driver who waited a little longer; the receptionist who rang through twice when she didn't have to; the medic who combined blood sampling (which would otherwise have taken yet another outpatient visit) in with the other tests; the mincab driver who kept talking cheerfully but quitely and helped distract a man who was exhausted and in a lot of pain etc.
 
Good things was a delivered package of foodie stuff from a generous Litster this morn. Not once in 22 years has the US mail ever delivered to my house, so not having to wait in a long line was extra good.
 
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