1) Skyping with Jenny, who never fails to make me laugh obnoxiously.
2) The Grandpa at the Diner today who called me "dear" seven times. I counted.
3) My emergency chocolate stash.
4) Blood Script and Note to Self by Mary Coble(*trigger warning*). This isn't a like as in "it makes me happy," but as in "it's amazing that after centuries of art people are still finding forms of artistic expression that make it hard for me to breathe."