pleasure
it is pleasing that my passage through war & peace is marked incremently by creases crawling up the spine. also by crosswords becoming marginally easier.
it is pleasing that the only type of bath my house is capable of providing (cool) is finally the type i want.
it is pleasing to be hamstersitting for lucy. it would be more pleasing if it wasn’t terrified of me. poor thing goes straight for the tunnel whenever i open the lid of his aerial beddroom. wierd thing is, i left it open for ages to see if he would venture back up, and he didn’t move untill i put the lid back on. he cannot see the lid unless he has eyes in his hamster bottom. oddity.
