In less than three days I have developed a well ingrained routine. I wake up mid morning, eat, sit around for a bit, go back to bed, get up in the afternoon, eat, sit around some more, then go to bed. Today was no exception. The day turned out to be clear again, a little cooler than yesterday, but still nice. I while sitting on the rock in the meadow I did a lot of thinking and writing. A surprising amount actually. Eight pages of thought came out of my head in a somewhat coherent way. Thought topics ranged from relationships, (sounds cheesy I know) to business ideas and everything in between.
As the sun began its slow descent behind the “brown molar”, a hill/mound/mountain we later traversed, I began my slow and predictable crawl into bed. It felt like the night was going to be the coldest. I made sure I was warm and well dressed before I zipped up the mummy bag. Tomorrow will be much more exciting as I will get to see again, what are now very good friends. As I think about this and the boringness of my day sleep snuck up behind me for a surprise attack.