Things which literally never happen to me:
Hearing Nuvole Bianche without mentally melting into a blissful rapturous puddle
Seeing “Woozle” snoring with his mouth open and his little tongue hanging out without snickering
Smelling an old book without the urge to huff it like a lunatic regardless of who’s watching
Tasting a well-prepared quality tea without being thankful for life in general
Feeling Heiferlump step on me with her pointy little toes without shrieking in pain then apologizing for startling her.
Last day at home for a bit, not returning til late May, internet unexpected during my month away.
Chapter 9 of Blood and Lace is out for editing, so hopefully can post it on my return.