So, I have been struggling with serious, over the top depression since Matt left in Sept. Actually is started a year ago, exactly. And then it got substantially worse when H died (obviously). And as the Matt saga has continued, my depression has gotten worse. Christmas, especially, I am not doing it. No way. BUT Today I indulged in this happy little thing. MY Christmas present. One of my few guilty pleasures. Costco. I bought all sorts of food that are just for me. Little me. No Matthew goodies. Just me. And then...........I stumbled across the book section. I have not read a good book since H died. She and I were book worm twins. We often read the same book so we could talk about it. Anyway. Guess who has new books out? Some of H and my favorite authors. Wally Lamb and Toni Morrison. Two authors that have not written books in years to my knowledge. So I got them, at my lovely Costco half price, and now they are sitting there for me to read. Just looking at them makes me feel warm inside. I know. Silly. But really, it is those little things. Those dozen Marie Callender chicken pot pies I bought, the books, the things that are just for me. I hope all of you reading this can find one little smiley thing today.