- Visiting old friends and hearing the same gentle bickering I’ve heard for years
- High alcohol beer
- Home and/or people makeover shows
I’m sure Netflix already knows all the above stats about me, based on my viewing history. I hate it when I’m not as original as I think I am. But you could probably guess by our Subaru Outback that our idea of comfort food is Thai take-out. Or was, anyway, until the toddler’s peanut allergy eighty-sixed that one.
I was comforted the other day when the barista at our amazing corner coffee shop brought me my drink before I could get up and order. It’s almost as if I live here.
There was this one silky (polyester?), pinkish blanket in my house growing up that was a “sick” blanket. Or at least that’s how I remember it. This is probably not the case, but I remember curling up under it only when coughing or sneezing or fevering. Just thinking about that blanket makes me exhale.
What brings you comfort?