As it is clear more than 3 hours of sleep is not in the cards for me this morning, I am drinking my Stash black chai tea and have tuned into Treehouse Masters. This show always seems to make me fantasize about glorious treehouses. I want one. I also want a home that is a blend of a hobbit hole and a stone cottage. Maybe in 10 years I will have both. Me and my fella can be big-footed hobbity hermits. Sure he is tall, but Gandolph managed in a hobbit hole. I suppose we could also blame Ent-draughtI don’t mind the extra meals the hobbit lifestyle would allow either. Second breakfast probably should not be a pint of icecream in a cone, but oh well.