yesterday i fell asleep on my porch swing. only for about 20 minutes, but it was wonderful. no allergies, no uncomfortable temperatures, nothing. just me outside asleep. like it should be (for some reason or another). it’s so weird to think that, say, 200 years ago, people were probably roaming the land that the house i currently live in is on, sleeping outside on a regular basis, surviving for the most part.
i got an award for work at a conference last week. i got to walk up in front of everyone in my upholstery skirt of hideousness and get my picture taken and be given $100 and plaque saying how much i kick ass at being a slave. something to show the grandkids cause the $100 sure won’t be around. the most amusing thing in the whole ordeal is the call i got this morning at work asking me for the name of my hometown and the newspaper there. i know mom will get a kick out of that.