2.15

I'm in a hammock tonight. I set it up in the sun and it was the perfect temperature for a snooze. Now, ten hours and thirty degrees later, I'm attempting to measure how quickly I'll freeze to death. I'm wearing thermal underwear, chunky wool socks, a medium-weight shirt, a light jacket, and a smile. Perhaps I'll shiver until I give up and go back inside, but then I'll know. Perhaps I'll find a happy equilibrium between frigid and cocooned. Either way, I'm one step closer to an adventure.