A nice thing that happened

I should remember that nice things do. Yesterday, I bought soup in a coffee soup. And bread. It turned out that the bread had started growing its own penicillin. I don't mind bread mould, particularly: there's nothing especially harmful about it mostly. But I pointed it out to the staff because I'd really rather not eat it.

And when I was going they did not let me pay for the chocolate brownie and hot milk I was taking away with me.

So that made me feel rather better about my day. Especially as I was fairly exhausted from visiting the counselling service.

Oh, yeah. I shoved the first mostly-full draft of my thesis off onto my supervisor's hands yesterday, too. So I am taking a break. For perspective. And to let my brain grow a little back, enough to handle Serious Revisions.