The dollar I found on the counter. The dilemma of taking it or not. The decision to tell the shopkeeper someone had left it there. The smile in my heart when she took it and put it in the charity box.

The moment after blowing out the candles when I decided against the little speech I had rehearsed in my head all day.

Offering genuine support because she looked like she needed it and staying emotionally detached from the time she kicked me when I was down.

The moment when I missed this blog’s 20,000th hit, on Friday 29 May, to discover later that it was a long time reader and commenter, Justin, who should start his own blog (hint hint).

The whirring sound of Lazarus’ hard drive, when I brought him back to life after I encased him in a HDD enclosure and switched him on.

Like pancakes on a Sunday, life is but a sequence of moments to be savoured.