Puck is home.
He is by my left hip. My dog is on my right foot. For now, just in this moment, even if Puck the Sumo Cat cannot be made well, I have my pets and I am happy. We are ordering a pizza we cannot afford simply because my Husband firmly believes that I should not be made to cook given my rather stressful day, someone may be giving us free furniture for the new place, and tomorrow my supervisor is back and I do not have to deal with chuckleheads at work.
Happiness is so delicate. It's a cat, a dog, a Husband playing video games, being a new Initiate, and a pony I need to ride because he'll be cranky if I wait a week because we got rained out of tonight's lessons.