Happiness is… receiving two text messages on my phone within thirty seconds of one another, one each from two of my favorite people, letting me know that they’d bumped into one other unexpectedly at one of the downtown Starbucks locations. (With as many of those one can find in Portland, the odds against this are higher than you might think.) As in, one was standing in line right behind the other. Serendipity at its finest, I think.

It’s the simple things that can turn an otherwise-drab morning into something quite a bit more tolerable, no?