the definition of pleasure

An unexpected walk through Bryant Park on a temperate day when it's still light at 8pm, being delighted to find cranberry-studded Wensleydale for sale (a friend said he got some at Whole Foods, but I was never able to find any there) and eagerly purchasing five bucks' worth, picking up a signed Joan Didion from Coliseum Books, and eating said Wensleydale crumbled onto sliced Granny Smith apples while blogging!

Also in the guilty pleasures department, I totally bought that People magazine with Brangelina's eugenically-perfect baby on it, and was delighted to find the baby adorably sleeping in a tiny, soft little t-shirt. I have always thought that t-shirts were by far the cutest apparel for babies, much cuter than ruffles and bows. Babies in t-shirts ... soft on the outside, squishy on the inside!