HEAVEN. Absolute freaking heaven. I'd go so far as to say "Seventh Heaven," but that's just all sorts of bad tv associations.
I really never thought that anything I could mention on a public blog could top dark chocolate and orange gelato in southern Italy in July.
And then, last night, I slept. And while I'd still love some good gelato (and wouldn't mind temperatures above 80 again!), waking up and realizing that I'd slept for a full hour and wasn't in pain was one of the most fabulous moments I can remember.
AND there was ice water by my bed, like I knew I'd be thirsty and planned ahead. Totally a slice of heaven.
Of course, it took propping myself up with pillows from my favorite chair (yes, I am a 70 year old man at heart), chamomile/passionflower/valerian tea, lavender oil, and probably a whole lot of good luck, but I don't care. It was glorious. And the chair is just fine without one of its pillows, which is good, because I'm not giving it back.
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