I slept in late. I got a little bit of work done. But then I’ve been obsessing over the photo websites where, in theory, you’re supposed to be able to see your campers having a grand time engaging in all kinds of enriching camp activities. I am hitting the refresh button so many times it’s starting to wear thin. I mean, throw me a bone. I’m going to have a talk with these camp photographers. Out of 300 some odd photos there is not a single one of my girl child. I think she’s bolted. She’s probably living off the land somewhere in the mountains.
Zach’s camp apparently takes the weekend off and finally posted a few new photos just moments ago. He can be seen in a watering hole with a bunch of little kids. I’m pretty sure they made him a counselor. He’ll probably come home with a paycheck. In fact, I think I’m right about that because in the last batch of photos from Friday or whenever it was, he was in a ring of kids teaching them how to juggle. At least I know he’s still there.
More later.