Duvet day

Day two of my new babies/skin divers: There still sore. Obviously. The pain is a bizarre one, internal, similar to the beautiful craps I get without fail once a month, but because of my recent coughing fits my stomach muscles are sore anyway, so there's a bizarre combination going on here. I may post a picture soon.
Today is a duvet day. I'm lying in my pyjamas on the sofa, under my duvet, very comfy, lord of the rings on. And once again I've decided the life of a hobbit wouldn't be too bad. 7 meals a day, a love for smoking, growing things and peace and quite. Not a bad life, the hairy feet wouldn't bother me either, or the big ears. And I'd like to think I'd look cute with curly hair.
Or I'd be one of the women of Rohan because I quite like Rohan. Elves are all well and good, but I couldn't live forever, I couldn't watch the same mistakes and suffering.
Or if we're talking about the book and not the film, Old Tom Bombadil and live in the forest with Goldberry. Because that sounds like a pretty decent life to me.