My bigger kids are home safe from camp, filled with tales of the awesomeness of their week.Thumbs up on the cabins, lack of bunk beds for the girls, the breakfast cereal available, huge in-ground pool and making new friends. We are already talking about next year’s camp week.

Birthday tween found her card in her duffel. She didn’t need the extra “If homesick, open this” letter. Good for her. Her brother never found his letter from home – I guess he never noticed it as he pulled items out for use. Not surprised, really.  We read it together as we unpacked. Silly me, I keep thinking he’s like I am, wanting to save every scrap of paper that holds emotional value. When I asked him if he wanted to keep the letter as a memory from camp, he could not have been more uninterested (I should have kept it for myself.)

It’s raining here finally and all are flopped in front of the electronic box. Doc is on a coffee roasting frenzy. God bless him!

I have two books on hold at the library, one in transit and I just now requested another. Plotting and scheming when to do the pick up and wondering who is coming with. I’m sure Susan is in, as long as her swimmer’s ear is abated. Poor girl was in tears yesterday from the pain.

That’s all for now. It’s Saturday. Housework, reading, goofing off. Enjoy your weekend. Perhaps I’ll chat with you over on Twitter.