Happy To Be Home Again

I spent the last week at Boy Scout Camp living in a tent, mentoring boys. walking up many a dusty hill and generally sweating. Throughout the week I did not lose a camper but I did lose plenty of sleep - my cot listed toward the center of the tent and I was too tired to replace it. My constant companions were the mosquitoes who were thriving on the previously wet weather and my blood stream and constant calls of "Mr. P, Mr. P . . ." from a very young set of campers. In short, I had a great time.