Each week, my husband and I go on a walk in the woods. He practices making things on his ultra light stoves and sets up tarps sometimes. I sit around and just enjoy the quiet.
It's a great chance for me to do nothing and for him to prepare for the zombie apocalypse.
This week, it started to rain. I don't know why, but I just had this strong urge to curl up and fall asleep. On the ground, tucked up like that. It got cold, there was a bit of a wind, and for some reason, the combination tripped me into a deep, deep sleep. Lovely