is a warm pot of tea on a tray with lumps of sugar and a bit of cream. It's sitting in a tea shop, looking out the window at a Husky. He's lying down, leashed to a post, looking expectantly at the passersby. They don't pet him. I would. He looks more like a bear than a dog, with a long snout, and his shaggy arms in a circle in front of him.
Happiness is leaving the tea shop 3 1/2 hours later having written the last of the proofs that make up your paper. It's that bit of calm out at sea, after a stormy night of writing, when the sun rises brilliantly and you get to take a breath of fresh, crisp air and feel accomplished, although you know that there's still hard work to be done clearing out your ship and putting it in order.
Happiness is having a few drinks with friends in the evening. And then you wake up 5 1/2 hours later and go to class, which you make it through (and enjoy) goodness knows how. But I'm still happy. Good night! I'm sleeping 'till lunch-time.
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