I'm going to be 26. That's pretty old, isn't it? Should I start thinking about where my life is going? Should I start settling down? Start pushing out babies?

Hm. Nah, not quiet yet.

In the meantime, I'll practice the baby making part, though. That's fun. By that, I mean fully protecting myself against actually making a baby, but going over the procedure, nonetheless.

Speaking of, I've realized that I have had boom-boom within a few feet of my parents WAAAAYYY too many times. Way. Too. Many. I wonder if they know that? Or do they assume the mysterious noises coming from our tent our typical sleeping noises? Hm.

Oh, speaking of sleeping noises, MW and I had the best sleep (together) we've had in a while! My noises were kept to a minimum, and there was lots of cuddling and associated loveliness. It recharged me. There's nothing that comforts me more than being able to touch someone else's warm skin while I sleep.