I had one of those nice moments today, when I thought:

[flexagon]

Maybe happiness is just sitting in the Tibetan restaurant that is 3 minutes away from your lovely home, waiting for a guy who looks a lot like Johnny Depp to bring you a bag of takeout, typing out a funny email to your biological kid on your phone... even though you know that when you get home you're going to do taxes.

Starred emails needing action: one. Booyah!
Minutes I am beyond getting-off-the-computer-time: 56.
Tax situation: five digits, are you serious?