My blogs are going to be a lot shorter during this camp than they’ve been in the past. Part of the reason is that there are no masons here and I don’t have to speculate as to the origins of Colorado Springs (as I did in Tigertown), although Nicola Tesla spent some time here, so who knows what kind of crazy science stuff went on here at the turn of the 20thcentury.
I’ve digressed. My blogs won’t be as long—with the many tangents I sometimes follow into thought progressions that only lead to confusion—because I’m beat. Yep, it’s 10:30. I’ve just logged onto my computer, and I’m tir-yerd. Our day was full, absolutely full, but then that’s what we expected. We had short breaks around mealtimes and a naptime, and the rest of the day was rugby. And yes, I said “naptime.” We were told to take a nap, and who’s going to argue with that (unless you’re a five-year-old)? Jamie Burke suggested, for future camps, that we all get Canterbury floor mats. I second her suggestion.
Aaaannnd…that’s all I have tonight. I’m hitting the sack. Quickly, before I travel to bedtime Shangri-La, I just wanted to thank an amazing lady for leaving cute notes in my bags and shoes.
:)
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