Nothing from Bill or Elen recently. We assume everyone is fine in the absence of other information. Tom has probably talked to Elen: their waking hours intersect, somehow.
No cat on the pillow last night, which was very nice. I stayed up a little too late, but slept in until 6:30-ish. Nothing on the schedule today except church and getting ready for another two days of camp.
Vlad texted me this morning to say that it was mentioned in the resident staff’s status meeting that the whistles from the archery range were confusing the swimmers at the pool, so would we please announce “Whistle whistle whistle!” instead of blowing.
“No news is good news.” Yes, I figured as long as there were no midnight phone calls from Someone In Authority, my children were OK. Now, it seems, age has softened them somewhat.
The shower was tepid, and I really needed it HOT, but it is what it is. I’m planning to do nothing in the next week, and maybe I can go to church next Sunday.
“Whistle whistle whistle?” And who is supposed to hear that? Shouldn’t the swimmers take a little responsibility in listening for where the whistle is coming from? Jes’ axin’.