I spent yesterday in a hammock, falling asleep with the sunshine on my face. I actually bought that Burt's Bees Chapstick I so desperately needed, and spent a good 37 minutes organizing my new purse. Heaven.
Dad and I watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire because
we're nerds we could, and Jeremy got to come within four feet of Tiger Woods. Mom and I sprawled across her king-sized bed with the family cats, and daydreamed about how exciting it'll be to live three minutes apart instead of four counties.
Yesterday was a good day.
And then this morning I woke up. God, what a bad idea. It's cold, which is OK with me, but it's raining. And it's ugly. And I have to function as a member of the human race, which required showering and getting dressed this morning. And further requires my presence at work where
my soul is sucked from my body there is no place to lay down.
I would like to go home now. And not home as in the place where Jeremy and I sleep and occasionally feed and pay attention to The Cats, but home. Home where Ozzie plays in the backyard and Dad owns each and every Harry Potter movie on DVD. Home where my grandparent-in-laws cook us breakfast in their log home and where Mom makes me watch Meerkat Manor on Animal Planet.
Because all of that? Is so much cooler than the real world right now.