Strange Joys.

I don't think many of my oys are strange, but I'll try a list. When I'm writing a list, items usually start to queue up.

• Singing songs I've made up about Oliver.
• Putting Oliver in the middle and holding his hands while we cross a parking lot.
• Renting movies online and watching them alone. 
• Searching online for a color and letting those purple or green or pink images wash over me.
• Keeping a blog that no one reads.
• Seeing a stack of books fall over.
• Organizing pens around the house and in bags and wherever I might need them. I have several pretty little pouches.
• Trying a prompt even when I think it won't go anywhere.
• Eating a cold, salted boiled egg.
• Getting a hug so hard that it pops my back.