My son came home today. He says he had a good time but he cant tell me what he actually did. He tried, but he wasn’t very good at expressing himself verbally today. I just listened and was glad he was back. Normally, I need a break from him but several days is more than enough.
On the other hand, I’m starting to feel a little down. This happens when I spend a lot of time on my own. I enjoy my solitude most of the time, but I had a weird, lonely feeling today. I’m supposed to get some writing done but I’m having trouble finding inspiration.
My son left for a week of camp this morning. I was a little nervous but I’m sure he’ll be fine. This is the farthest he’s gone without me and that’s a little jarring. He’s okay. It’s just church camp.
He had a choice between boy scout camp and church camp and he went with church. Shocking, I know. I don’t think there was spiritual reason. Church camp includes more air conditioning and less work; simple as that. I can’t be mad at him.
That said, I’m left with way more time to kill than is good for me. I’ve planned crochet projects, buy that really depends on how I’m feeling that day. If you are the praying sort, put in a good word for me this week.