We’re leaving for Camp tomorrow morning, bright and f*cking early. Well, actually, we don’t have to leave early. We just have to get up early to finish the packing and get a little alone time in before spending the next five days with forty-odd people. In cabins. In bunk beds. Just like when we were kids.
The weekend should be a great amount of fun. But for five days, four nights, I won’t get much alone time with my honey. And there is no way we can fit both of us into one bunk bed mattress. So we’re sleeping alone.
I know, boo-hoo for Leora. She’s whining about only four nights sleeping alone. I admit that it could be worse. But I’ve gotten used to her. Especially in the winter. With her around, I can use half the blankets that I used to. That’s quite a feat for me. I used to sleep with about a foot worth of blankets, comforters, and sleeping bag (Yep, I’m a cold one. No body heat of my own at night.). Now that I have my very own Eli, it’s just a sheet and a comforter. I hope my new sleeping bag will be warm enough….
And now, time for bed. Both Eli and I are awful about staying up late before taking trips, so we’re both still awake. At nearly midnight. With only about 6 hours before we have to be awake again to drive. Wish us luck.
I’ll be back on Tuesday with a brief recap on camp (or at least an impression of Camp), as well as info on where I’ve been the past two months. I’ll give you a clue, it rhymes with schminfluenza….