I make dinner, filter my water for the next day, write
in my journal, make my golden milk,
snuggle into my
sleeping bag, put a handful (or 2 or 3) of chocolates on my stomach, I read my current «NY Times Best - Selling» paperback that I got at the thrifty for 25 cents, I brush my teeth and spit it out of my tent, I roll back over, thank the lord for another day, thank my body, mind, and heart for another day, kill a few bugs, and fall asleep.
This weekend was one of those where I bring a
bag full of work home only to let it collect dust while I nap,
snuggle,
sleep in, and watch too much television.