Lately, I have been devoured by a life of ease. Devoured is the right word. It is just eating me up. The queen-size blankets swallow me whole I can hardly get out of bed in the morning. The pool just drinks me up in the afternoon - we look like a patriotic cocktail, red and blue and whitewhitewhite. And then Britt and her friends come home from school and lavish me with party hour fruit slushies from sonic. Life is good.