…going to your favo(u)rite sushi place (Sushiya), getting a seat at the bar in front of your favo(u)rite sushi chef (Paul), and having said chef make you a special roll, not from the menu, based on what he’s gleaned of your tastes over the previous month and a half.

And having that roll be fan-fucking-tastic. Sushi wrapped in a spiral-cut cucumber instead of seaweed wrap? YES. (Not that I have anything against the seaweed wrap. It’s great stuff. But I love me some cucumber.)

Happiness is also getting back into Pratchett books after a lengthy absence. I reread Hogfather this week, and it was delightful. After saturating myself in his twisty language and subtle jokes, a line came to mind when I sauntered happily out of Sushiya trying to memorize the ingredients in my cucumber-wrapped slice of heaven.

The subject of wizards and sex is a complicated one, but as has already been indicated it does, in essence, boil down to this: when it comes to wine, women and song, wizards are allowed to get drunk and croon as much as they like.
– from Sourcery

I think I need to reread Sourcery next. Last time I read it, I started on…um…10 September 2001. So my memory of the Unseen University being destroyed is jumbled up with my memory of seeing planes crash into the Twin Towers. It might be time to dust off that book and separate out the experiences.