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First and foremost, I just want to reassure my faithful readers that I have not given up blogging. I am still really into this.  I am still committed to this.  In addition to reassuring my faithful readers, I must also offer an apology for not writing.  I had some great ideas, I just didn’t have the mental energy to draw them from my brain and put them on paper…..I mean screen.   Sorry for not bringing you Today’s Perfect Moments.

I also hope that you found your own Perfect Moments to inspire yourself when I failed to deliver them to you.  I am sure if you reflect on your day, you could pick out one interesting/amazing moment to crown as the Perfect Moment.

This blog, and some of the next few, are my attempts to make up for those moments I experienced, but did not share. I can only hope that although they are not brand new, they will in some way inspire you.

One

Getting my taxes done early was definitely a recent Perfect Moment. Every year, it seems, I wait until far too late to do my taxes. They are hardly complicated and there is nothing preventing me from doing them correctly and quickly.   Some times, I do them quickly, but wait to file them–hoping some great deduction will come to me and save me a ton of money.

I am not sure what made me get them done so early this year, but I am not complaining.  A weight has been lifted off my shoulders and while there is no skip in my step, I do feel better.  I suppose if I could pay bills this way, things would look brighter on that front as well.

Two

I was reminded today that cold pizza still tastes good. As a teenager and well into my adulthood, I always loved eating cold pizza when I could get it.  There were not always leftovers at home and my own appetites often had me devouring so much pizza that there weren’t leftovers.

Today, before venturing to the stamp show, I decided I had better fuel up for all the philatelic mayhem that might occur. As I sat in my car in the parking lot of the stamp show, I finalized my strategy over slices of pizza that I hadn’t finished the night before.