simple pleasures

When you think about the great joys of human existance, what comes to mind first might be lofty ideals like true love and martial victory and, oh, I don't know, winning the lottery or something. I am here to tell you, however, that under the right circumstances such things pale, absolutely pale in comparison to a warm bed in the morning, and a hot shower. At least, I enjoyed both of those very much this morning, and was all the sadder to have to leave them so quickly (I have no doubt that their very transience added to their appeal). It was also lovely to hear birds outside this morning--to hear them at all! The first one was on Saturday, if I recall correctly. I don't know what they do the rest of the time, all winter; and I don't know what they'll do Thursday when it's supposed to snow all day. Six to twelve inches was the last I heard. Phew!