That my cat didn't struggle while I gave her a warm bath to wash all the chicken poop she'd been rolling around in, off her hind legs.:D It was a relatively untraumatic scene, and she is currently licking herself dry behind the table. I'm prepared to be hated for the rest of the day.
That my ticket to Tomahawk arrived safely and in time for their concert in 8 hours.
For water.
For a comfy bed.
For music.
That the man in the house has finally started to install the toilet and shower in my home, without me having to push the subject too much.
For my feelings.
For my creative side.