Something that makes me happy: my home.

I really love where we're living now.
There is a pomegranate tree in the back
Ivy covers one side of the building and then wraps around through the car port and above the front door.
We live next to an old woman who plays the piano with her windows open.
There are neighborhood cats that sleep on top of the roofs of different buildings, and sometimes on people's cars.
Our master bedroom is the quietest room in the whole place.
There is natural light everywhere.
There is plenty of room for the Love Puppy.
I get to have my Art Space.
The location is pretty perfect and this is going to be the first place I've lived in since my parents' house that I won't be moving out of in May.
There is a dry "river" right behind our complex, and there are no leash-laws there so the Love Puppy has a place to run around and play while I collect pretty desert rocks. 
This is our Engaged House, and will soon be our first Married House.
My Pretty lives here.
Etc.

Le sigh.
My face smells like sulfur.