I just returned from a weekend at the beautiful Bear Lake in Utah. The water was so blue, it was so much cooler there, and the food tasted better than it does in a hot summer kitchen. I sat on the shore and just let the waves lap feet and legs. Friends brought their cute dogs who had me play fetch with them until I worried that I would work them to death.
Some of the couples who I camped with had small children. I was playing with a little boy and girl of about age three. The little girl said I looked delicious and pretended to eat me. The boy must have thought so, too, because he bit my hand so hard that I screamed. He just wanted to eat me, also, but didn't realize we were pretending. It's been a long time since I've been so amused while being in such pain.