In fact, I like two: I have one in the garden for fine days, and one on the front porch for less clement weather.

Due to the wonders of modern technology and a deft arrangement of cushions, I can use my laptop in one and call it work.

They’re not just for summer. I’ve been known to take a blanket out to the hammock in the depths of winter, and my husband is on notice that one may soon appear indoors as an alternative bed.

There’s just something I love about being suspended. Anything but the mildest rocking makes me queasy, but just that tiny bit of give as you shift position, the way your head is at the perfect angle to read or sleep, the fact that your feet are slightly higher than your body and your back is gently curved – it’s a uniquely comfortable arrangement.

Almost womb-like.

I know some people can’t stand them, but I think they’re the same people who sit a the kitchen table to read a book. (You weirdos, you.)

They’re also the ones who own only a narrow-seated, hard-backed couch, and perch on it with their feet on the floor and their backs upright to enjoy a night of television.

These people undoubtedly have stronger cores than I do, but I would pick my slouchy habits any day. (We all know those people are too uptight.)

There’s actually a bit of science (all right… one study) that backs up my claims about the superiority of hammocks.

Apparently, they help you get to sleep more quickly and maintain deeper sleep for longer.

At the risk of sounding like I’m starting a hammock business, they are also cheap, easy to clean, light and packable.

Something I don’t like, though, is their reputation as the refuge of the lazy.

That stereotype of the wastrel, swinging their way through life with a ukelele and a beer – downright unfair.

Just because I have better taste in my rest venue doesn’t make me lazier than the armchair or sofa-sitter.

It just makes me smarter, and infinitely more relaxed.