More happiness yesterday: I'd invited BF along to what is becoming my normal Saturday morning rounds: library and coffee shop. He initially said yes, but when the time came to leave the house 1.5 hours later, he'd changed his mind. This was no problem, because I hadn't adjusted my plans in any way to accommodate him.
This is personal growth. In the past, I would have made some compromises on my plans specifically to include others, then be disappointed when they weren't as committed to *my* plan and bowed out. So. Happiness on two levels: the activity itself, and the maturity in handling the circumstances!