a night with Eric

I was waiting for the carrot cookies to be baked, listening to Eric Clapton.
I borrowed Murakami Haruki's Norwegian Wood today from the library. I also borrowed many books like William Somerset Maugham's Cakes and Ale, a couple of mysteries by Higashino Keigo, and some cook books. While waiting for cookies and listening to Eric Clapton, I was deciding what to read first, then realized how happy that moment was. I was struggling, I mean literally suffering from many things recently, and forgot how it was like to just feel happy from bottom of your heart. It wasn't like YAY!-kind happy, but more like I-know-that-I-am-happy-at-this-moment-but-there's-nothing-I-can-put-this-feeling-into-the-human-words-kind happy. So nothing could be more important than this, don't you think?