I have so many updates stored away in my head. I just need to get back in the groove. (Bewaaare the groooove!)
Last week it was sunny and warm and beautiful, and I was feeling good, and I was walking back from Central Square and I saw a giant sunflower outside of a flower shop. I bought it for my friend who was feeling down.
The next day she bought me some daffodils to replace my the week-old ones withering on my dresser.
Flowers are great. They make me happy. When did this happen? Did flowers always make me happy? I really don't know.
The point is: buying flowers randomly for yourself and for your friends is an acceptable act, and one that I want to start doing more frequently. This isn't going to turn into a "Oh, flowers have been corrupted because they are almost exclusively used as symbols for romance and eath" rant. It's just a ... people need to do things that make themselves and those around them happy, just for the sake of doing it rant. But that sentiment is too nice for a rant.
Baking cookies is good too. I did that a lot last year. I wish I had done it more this year.