Well, I’m in love with a hammock.
You guys, I got a hammock for my birthday. I’m probably never getting out of it.
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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Brass Castle Arts says:
So, just stay 38 from now on. Jack Benny stayed 39 for the rest of his life. If it’s a good enough plan for him, why not you?
kathyvlittle says:
I’ve so enjoyed discovering you and your world, and I’ve been recommending you to all my friends! Who doesn’t need a little Lott Williford joy and inspiration sprinkled across their lives! Your birthday hammock is hilarious! Enjoy! And I would say “have your bug man address that thing occasionally”, but I think you might never come out of it long enough for spiders to even have a chance of sharing a cocoon with you.