it’s a dreary day out. i feel it deep, deep in the pit of my stomach. or it’s the coffee. not sure. what i am sure about is that me and the boy need to start getting ready for his camping trip with his cub scout pack.
i need to run a few errands because we still need supplies: water, ice, hand wipes, you know, the essentials. and we need to pack some clothes to sleep in and in case we get wet from rain. because it’s dreary out.
once i get back, i’ll pack up the suv and wait. that’s the hardest part, waiting. well, and the camping part itself. that’s hard too.