And, we’re baack….

Back from the country. SUCH good times.

Neck hurts, though, from falling so AWKWARDLY to sleep in the car on the LONG drive home. I’m lucky Josh-O and I are married because if we were just boyfriend and girlfriend? He’d probably dump me because of the way I was sleeping in the car. Mouth open, head bobbing, likely snoring, likely drooling…. I was like an 80-year-old man…. VERY. ATTRACTIVE.

Anyhoot! I’d be seriously depressed right now (being back in the city) if I didn’t know I was going away next weekend for another WHOLE WEEK in the country. This time, we’re going to a cottage with MY side of the family. My parents — It’sgrandma and Papa’shere — rented a cottage for the whole family: me and mine, my sis, her hubby and their son, and my brother and his wife, and ALL FIVE OF THE DOGS (my poor kitties have to stay at home, but we have a LOVERLY cat sitter for them). It’s going to be A BLAST.

Too bad, though, that Josh and I aren’t bringing the telescope because that was one of the highlights of this week! But, I’ll be busy enough basking in MO COUNTRY GLORY.

Who knew I liked country so much? I wonder if I like country music, too? Nah…. Not so much. Although — tangent — I really like Big Brother’s idea of Britney Spears reinventing herself as a country singer…. Not a bad idea, huh? Too bad it was, indeed, “NOT IN THE NEWS.” A-ny-way. Sorry non-Big-Brother-watchers.

So, yes, we’re back. And, it’s nice. Although I truly LOVED looking out my window onto a sea of green. Nothing but green and hay bales and cows in the backyard and hummingbirds and the sounds of crickets….

crickets…crickets…crickets…ribbit…MOO…meoww…crickets…tweet…LOVE.

And, yoga in the morning! I learned so much by fitting my yoga practice into EVERY MORNING. And, there’s no reason I can’t set my alarm and do it every day in the city, too. It made such a difference to my mood, and to how I ate. I felt SO GOOD in my body! REALLY good. Like, buzzed. Realized, also, how BAD I feel when I eat such CARP as chai-tea lattes and muffins for breakfast. Yes, yoga in the morning. Every morning. A must. And, maybe a little in the afternoon, when I get super tired and my mood starts to crack and I want to dive into the pantry head first.

Yes, the country was total bliss. But, there’s something about being back under my own roof, watching my own TV, sitting MY ARSE on my own couch. KITTY KISSES! OH, HOW I MISSED!

Yes. Lots learned in the country. Well-being. Is attainable. YES YES.

Ohhhhmmmmm. Namaste….