Pure unadulterated happiness comes in 15 minute increments, via phone.
Called Darkside, who was home recovering from Christmas. He was tired. I was hyper. We giggled. I managed to get a new notion into our constant debate over his sanity: if he says his sanity is debatable, then there's enough material to make good arguments for either side. So ha!
I still have no idea what I'm going to get for him. He's very difficult to shop for.