wonderful

Last night, while I was knitting and watching some police use science to solve crimes — or was it the hijinks of super sexy doctors in training, it's all a blurrrrr...

Anyhow, there I was, sitting on my new bed, my ass sinking deeper into the memory foam, needles clicking, scarf gaining length, and I felt a very bubbly sense of joy run along the surface of me. It wasn't profound or life-changing. It didn't make me laugh out loud or shiver. It was just there. With a light touch. I smiled – a little – and kept knitting. There are some things I fear looking directly at, they contain the potential of dissolving under a direct gaze.

Hawksley Workman sings: "Wonderful and sad/how can you be/so wonderful"