My night at the spa

Picture this:

A bed is made up with 7 blankets just for you and, after you climb in, they are fluffed up around you by a friendly personal attendant. This takes place next to your own personal wood-burning fire, stoked heartily before you are left alone to your peaceful dreams. You are served your drink of choice (nevermind that in this case it is water) and shown where the eggs, fruit, toast, and coffee cups are for your morning sans-alarm. Upon the arrival of said morning, you wake up warm and cozy in your fleece pajamas and wool socks and decide to read a delightful book before dozing back off to sleep. You wake up again to drink coffee (hot and ready for you, of course) and read some more before heading off at a leisurely pace to what is practically a lunch party in your honor, complete with your favorite food (again, nevermind that in this case it is gas station pizza) and favorite people.

I had a good time in Big Island Sunday. Can you tell?