78 F on the porch. Ceiling fan spinning slowly. Rocking chair. Plate of macaroni and cheese, baked beans. A sandwich of thin sliced deli ham, iceberg lettuce, tomato, ranch dressing, colby jack, on rye bread. Icy cold bottle of Citrus Green Tea. It may not be Heaven but it sure is nice. It’s good to be me. (Sorry Gene, I stole your catch phrase)
That’s a hardcore relaxing atmosphere, I’m sure.
Yes. Heaven has porches. With Cracker Barrel rocking chairs.
Wee Doggies, room for plenty more. Drag up a rocker. Take your shoes off. Set a spell.