Impregnable Fortress

Since I was very young, I have always enjoyed sleeping in enclosed spaces. Bottom bunks were like caves I could burrow into, and the closet at the Mountain House in the Poconos may still be my favorite bedroom of all time. The room I have here is lovely and spacious, but I get tremendous joy from sleeping under a mosquito net. Even with my eyes closed, I can sense it all around me, a barrier of comfort in a strange land. Couple all of this that I am a veritable magnet for mosquitos, and you’ve got yourself one happy Jo. Friends, I think there is no sound sweeter than the angry buzz of a mosquito trying in vain to get through a mosquito net.