Home from camp, 2nd load of wash on, getting ready for church. More later.
Welcome home! Odd how one person can create such a hole with absence...
I’m still in Neverland, waiting. Tomorrow I see the podiatrist just down the street, then will go home from there. Whodathunk I could be homesick 13 miles from home?
This morning I’m watching some programs on the war in Iraq, and Afghanistan, and they are not quite like any war docs I’ve ever seen. I keep thinking of when my grandson was in Afghanistan, in Kandahar Province. Touching.
Busdaddy is on his 5-mile walk. I think that’s excellent, but I would never be able to do that distance.
After an epic campout you don't do the wash the day you return home.
You spread it out on the back deck to air for a day or two before you bring it inside and wash it.