Happy thoughts for a Sunday morning

• I can hear a clock tower (St. Barnabas, I believe) from where I live now. Faintly, so as not to wake me up, but just so as to chime in a comforting way. It definitely feels like returning from exile. 
• In a clear sign that this is where I should be living, my first effort with pancakes on the new stove turned out beautifully, first try. That never happens!