Saturday, September 22, 2012


I'm at the annual book group getaway weekend and have moved from the tiny twin bed in the loft to the couch. It was HOT up there, even with the window open and I was paranoid that any movement or snoring was being broadcast throughout the entire sleeping area.

I realized I couldn't wait any longer for my usual 2pm "break" and navigated the ladder. I won't go back up. I wish I had my own pillow, but I have a swearshirt, a long couch and a cozy throw. (Sweatshirt....a "swearshirt" sounds like something you might buy at a rodeo. "I'm with dip-sh*t")

I have what I need for more why am I alert???

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