Happiness is a warm cookie
I didn't buy a cookie today. I didn't even eat the cookies I brought from home. I was feeling pretty virtuous about this. Then J comes back from picking up a late lunch and asks if anyone wants his cookie. I'm not sure why he had an extra cookie. Everyone else said no, so I took it. And it is still hot! As in, warm enough for the still molten chocolate to be mildly uncomfortable on the roof of my mouth. And it's a really good cookie from Specialty's Bakery with large chunks of semisweet chocolate. The afternoon is looking up.