I have been absolutely terrible at keeping my bullet-journal, largely because work has been overwhelmingly busy. (This state of affairs should ease... [looks at calendar]...in February. For one week only.] But I am thinking of joy:
*dancing in the evening to the Balmorhea album Stranger, dreamy mostly-instrumental music.
*Lucifer.
*Deanna Raybourn's second Veronica Speedwell mystery
A Perilous Undertaking. I liked it much better than the first book, for some reason.
*celebrating an anniversary of adoption for Master Danger (who is currently NOT contributing to joy, because he is barking at the neighbor who's chopping wood for their stove).
*a massage today, wherein my regular masseuse started to work and within a couple of moments murmured "Oh dear." I am now drinking water and popping an ibuprofen, because OW. But I needed it very badly.
I hope you have taken care of yourself this week, and I wish you loads of joy!