My habit of leaving snacks and water for delivery drivers took a nice turn today. I got the "See Where Your Package Is" alert, and went outside to leave the snacks. The Amazon van was already in the driveway. I walked toward it as the driver came down the van's steps, and he sort of put his right hand on his sternum.
"I pulled in, there were no snacks on the steps, and I thought, 'Oh, I hope she's okay!' I was worried that something was wrong."
How nice is that?
At therapy yesterday, my therapist brought up "dopamine decorating." It means what it sounds like it would mean. She is facing selling her house, and sorting through what she will and won't take, she tried to focus on dopamine release. It's a little Marie Kondo, but that's fine. I didn't bring up the fact that I dopamined last week:
Hello, little astronaut light.
Though there are members of the Royal Family that I like (but many, myriad others that I cannot abide), my favorite is Princess Anne. She seems sharp, funny, and impatient with foolishness. She also wears tremendous hats. From Anzac Day today:
That's a jaunty lid.
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