Well, the cold in Texas has gone away for this week, but it has been replaced with rain amounts that necessitate any kind of local travel to be taken in a boat. We’ve gotten over eight inches of rain in three days. Where the hell is that in August? But moving on…

As I mentioned in my last post, due to the extreme cold a week ago, I took to sleeping in a sleeping bag. I unexpectedly discovered that I actually liked it. It’s like being in a snuggly little cocoon and I never get cold. However, I did find that it’s not without negatives.

First off, absolutely don’t eat any kind of food that causes any type of gastric distress and secondly, you must remember that you are in a sleeping bag, and not under sheets. I had the bright idea (not really) of getting in my sleeping bag while on top of our definitely-taller-than-I-remember bed. All was well for the first several hours, until I was awakened by our budgie peeping his head off and I tried to get out of bed, forgetting that my legs (and body and arms) were well-encased in an enclosed nylon sack. In one quick second, powered by nylon’s amazing “slide-i-ness” property, my entire body shot off the side of the bed like a just-popped champagne cork. I landed on the floor with a sound that could have been best described as “the ceiling collapsing and falling on the floor” (at least, that’s what my husband said). My knee and upper thigh took the full impact and somehow my knee was perfectly skinned even though I landed on a rug wearing a long pair of flannel pants and still wrapped in my bag.

Fortunately, I pretty much only bruised my pride and other than the skinned knee, I was fine. I wish I could say that I learned my lesson, but I still craved sleeping in my bag and tried it on the bed again a few days later.

Some people never learn.