A. Here's what I put in my high school yearbook, and I do believe it's what I'd still put today: Walk slowly; all you can ever come to is yourself.
A. Long-Limbed Girl, by Nick Lowe. Hey Ya, by Outkast. Amazing Grace. If You Want Me, by Marketa Irglova. Prelude in E Minor, Chopin. Johnny Cash's cover of The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face. (That's six, you say? Hang on, I have 827 more to go.)
A. Lying on the couch while my children bake me delicacies, clean the house, and write small songs of praise in my honor.
A. Perfect happiness would be that first and only small cup of coffee, made with my camping drip filter into a mug I bought in Mexico (and which probably contains lead, something I prefer not to think about), into which I add a dollop of heavy whipping cream, and sitting in the dark in front of my Christmas tree conjuring the faces of the people I most love in the world. Since that describes my early morning today, I guess I was perfectly happy around 4:30 a.m. today.
A. "Thick white china mug."