Happiness is...

A full charge on the laptop battery, outside in nice quiet weather, and a full container of [guilty pleasure] to sip/snack on while writing a good story.

The pitter-patter of baby feet on the bare floor.

The pure joy and excitement of a little kid having fun.

Surprising the wife or offspring with something unexpected and fun.

Laying in a hammock, undisturbed.

Chilling out with good music.

Five minutes alone.
 
Making your way home without being snarled at by some stranger who tackled you because he/she was too busy staring at his/her smartphone in traffic.

Rolling a natural 20 twice in a row, followed by a 10 on the d10 afrerwards.
 
Having a best friend you can talk to anything about and not be afraid of how they will respond.
 
Gathering for a holiday feast by our ex-celeb-chef son-in-law and playing with the grandkids.

Knowing that despite how badly I fucked up my early life, I'm in a great place now.

More taco trucks moving into our small county, especially upcountry.

Lots of rain, filling reservoirs and abating the drought.

The prospect of a decisive Tromp defeat.

Wild turkeys cruising our meadow.

Working WiFi connections.

Hot love.
 
Good rubber on the bike, full tank of gas and no destination.
Staying in bed just holding my wife on a lazy weekend morning.
 
Finally figuring out why English money is called Pounds. :eek: :D
Finally being able to convert Honduran Lempiras into real money.

(And not being compelled to drive those two armed soldiers from the border to Guatemala City.)
 
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