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.