Fuck, for sensual, a long and hot shower is sovereign. Just kick back and enjoy the muscles unkinking (shower chairs ftw?)

Climbing into fresh sheets after said shower.

A hot cup of beverage on a rainy day, looking out over the back yard.

Cuddling with our hen. No, that’s not a typo. She’s not as cuddly as she used to be, but every now and then, she’ll nestle into my beard and trill while she gets her neck petted. Pure, simple joy right there. When she was smaller, it was every night. Now, it’s maybe once a month.

Finding a new band/performer that resonates with me on an emotional level.

Used to take joy in baking, but that’s kinda fallen off what with arthritis interfering more, but every now and then, I can pop some NSAIDs and knead a dough, or make something sweet that fills the house with that smell.