I think I long for simpler times even though I have never known what I long for. Things like chickens, so I can gather eggs. A farm to work on, and to eat from the earth's bounty every day.
You know like back in the pre-hysterical times when humans would just sit around and stare at each other -scuttle.
Sometimes I think I might love that, but then I remember that I can't sew to save my life, and I hate the heat, and how nice it is to not have to cook dinner every once in a while-let alone every meal every day. (Did they have ice cream back then?)
What was I thinking. I really don't want to live like that, I like cars and refrigerators and air conditioning, I LOVE air conditioning, almost as much as my firstborn I love air conditioning
I've definitely been reading way too many historically set books.