I always find it so much more difficult to write when I’m not at home. I don’t know what it is exactly–I’m always on one adventure or another when I’m traveling so there’s lots to tell you–but it’s just not the same as being at my cozy little desk in my oh, so cluttered office. Not that visiting my family isn’t fabulous. :) Today the Hubster woke up at the crack of dawn and slipped out to go hunting while I lazed around in bed. I slept in allllllll the way to 7:10 am (not quite 8, but I’ll take it) and it felt wonderful. I had breakfast with mummy…