I realized one day last week that I was actually experiencing a certain amount of elation just at the thought of cooking. My kitchen, my bright spot, with all my cool tools, and beloved associations with much-missed family, and happy memories.

So, I've got to give cooking so much some credit for keeping me afloat. It does give me real joy simply to do it. Even if some days it's harder than others, it usually helps my mood.

Other than that:

Really GREAT music helps alot
Quiet days and some time to myself, going at my own pace
Beloved friends who have become better associations than family, because they genuinely care
Planning little projects around the house & seeing them through
My kitties, they are both wonderful lil friends
Hearing from an old friend, out of the blue
A fridge full of lovely leftovers on the run, run, run days