You guys, I got a hammock for my birthday. I’m probably never getting out of it.IMG_2153

I slept in it last night, except from 1:00 – 5:30 am, when I got cold.  But then I went right back out there to snuggle in, and I slept until 11:00.  That’s half a day.  When have I last slept so soundly, so peacefully outside, even through a drizzling rain?  That cocoon situation is no joke.  It’s everywhere I want to be.


Peter had an early morning tee time today, and he texted me: I’ll be home soon.

I texted back:  I’ll be in the hammock.


It’s a good thing it’s big enough for two, since apparently I live there now.

I wonder if one can write books in a hammock.  Stay tuned.

In other news, I’m relieved to be 38 now.  Since obviously I hate odd numbers.


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