Call me easy, I don't mind.

I'm kind of an idiot savant in that I can be minding my own business when suddenly something little and insignificant happens and I am transported by its sheer loveliness. Mostly I keep this sort of thing--my transports, I mean--under strict control, because now I am writing about it, you are likely thinking that this trait is either stupid and Pollyannish or rather charming--or possibly both--but if you were, like, to let me in line in front of you at Target because you had a cartload of stuff and I just had a gift card, and I were to, like, suddenly burst into tears of sheer pleasure because I thought what you had done was some sort of miraculously beautiful act, you'd be completely freaked out, wouldn't you? I mean, I certainly would be. So. Control is key.

As it happens, however, I have been given license to freak you out, because I have been invited (not specifically, it is true, but in a general sense) by various members of my friendslist to share ten moments of joy with you. Here are ten from today, not counting the Target moment which I will give you for free. Tomorrow's will be entirely different.

Pay careful attention. You will be quizzed later.

( I was going to illustrate this and upload the songs, but it is late and I am lazy and there it is. )

Live from the St. James Infirmary

*SCREAMS*
*RUNS AROUND IN LITTLE CIRCLES*

About an hour ago, we got a message from our HR department telling us that someone in our company has tested positive for TB and is awaiting test results to discover whether whether the infection is active or not. So we have every last one of us spent the last hour by (1) speculating on who it could possibly be, (2) becoming as expert as possible in the space of one hour, and (3) PANICKING OMFG ARE WE GOING TO BE QUARANTINED I AM CRAMMED INTO A BARELY-AIR-CONDITIONED DISEASE INCUBATOR FOR EIGHT HOURS EVERY SATURDAY I HAVE A SON WITH ASTHMA MY KIDS JUST WENT BACK TO SCHOOL OMG OMG OMG.

From a practical standpoint, considering who everyone thinks it probably is, there's not much chance that my department will be infected. But still there is this small part of everyone in the building which is saying to them, right at this minute, NO REALLY I AM GOING TO DIE JUST LIKE CAMILLE COUGHING BLOOD DELICATELY INTO MY HANKIE HOLY SHIT I AM TOO YOUNG TO DIE.

So. How's your day going?