The world must be coming to an end. This is what I found yesterday afternoon shortly after lunch time. I have never . . . I mean NEVER . . . N-E-V-E-R . . . seen my husband lying down in a hammock. Admittedly, there have been occasions when we've spent recreational days on a beach somewhere when I have seen him stretch his body out on the sand to soak up some sunshine, but taking good, profitable, working, daytime hours on the homestead to lie in a hammock?? Although his moment of forgetting where he was or what he was doing yesterday lasted only 15 minutes, but maybe this means he's finally starting to feel like he's retired and has a little time for such lapses of leisure.
Lordy, lordy what IS this world coming to?