I like the way British people use a particular four-letter word with reckless abandon.
I like Saturday morning coffee better than all the other days’ coffee.
I like my dog’s ears, flapping about in a brisk wind.
I like choosing to stop watching a movie that clearly won’t make sense even if I watch it right to the end.
I like nothing better than an animated advertisement promising that if we will just follow one ‘weird old tip’ we can get rid of the ‘stubborn belly fat’ that must be plaguing nearly everyone who uses the webbernets.
I like looking at old pictures chronicling our family’s passing of the years.
I like weekends. Watching a movie or two. Walking the dog. Snooping through drawers as we clean up some clutter. Writing.