I was out the door this morning At 6:00; it felt nice to get an earlier start. The Unabomber crowd was sleeping, but the too-old-to-have-your-shirt-off racquetball weirdoes were there to fill in. I feel a little bit out of place right now; I am typing in the back room (the one I sacrificed cleaning to run on Friday) on a desktop instead of my husband's laptop. He had to steal it back for school; so I got my daughter fed and cozy on the couch with Barney and Friends. It's a nice excuse to not have to be in the same room as that awful music. Cousin Riff is my least favorite. Check him out on YouTube if you have not seen Barney in a while. Anyway, I must tell you about my new best friend. On Saturday's run, I spotted a yard sale and saw a beautiful piece of junk sent right to me from Heaven, it had the beam of light surrounding it and everything. I ran towards it, and the hammock swing was mine-- $20 dollars and new in the box. Some of you will say I was ripped off, you are all wrong, WRONG. You don't count dollars with something so extraordinary. I hooked it up and was hesitant, "Will she hold me?" First I squatted, with most of my weight still on my toes, no squeaking from the swing, then I bent back a little more, it made a little "Errrrrum," but not enough to scare me away, and then FLOP, I let all my weight into the woven cords, and bliss! I actually laughed out loud when I realized it wasn't going to break. My daughter watched in wonder as I squealed like a school girl and said, "Careful, Mommy." After the run today I did a normal short walk and stretches then I treated myself to a hammock ride. I let the wind weave through my matted hair and exhausted fat rolls and watched the salt-water taffy sky unfold like a picnic blanket. I was weightless as a mouse fart in the wind. "It's just you and me now hammock, shootin' the breeze, soak it in, just soak it all in."