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.
I’d appreciate it.