In the aftermath of yesterday, I find myself appreciating small moments of glee even more. I might, I maybe, have a job interview tomorrow. I got to see my father today. The bank sent me the PIN for the checking account I opened a few days ago (my first!). My father and I exchanged gifts, mine from Christmas, and his from Father's Day. He and my stepmother got me an array of perfect, wonderful things. First of these, and my favorite of all of them, were two How To Draw books, a fashion one from 1942 and a cat one from 1986. Both in perfect condition.