So I'm back from another week at Girl Scout camp. I've been back for a week, and I'm still kind of adjusting to being home. Not the sleep part--that part I picked up right away --g--. No, it's more how being away from home affects my entire system. I worked in the kitchen again this year, but I ate really carefully this time. It helps to have the insider info and know exactly what's going into the food. I avoided a couple of meals altogether. And every time I started to get the least bit of a suggestion that things weren't going well, I'd take special care (I brought Triscuits and cheese, and instant breakfast). It meant that by the end of the week, I actually had some energy left. I slept through most of the last 4 nights or so--one night we went to bed at 9:30! Unheard of!
The weather was, as usual, yucky. We had one beautiful day during the week--maybe 72 degrees. The rest were in the 60s and overcast if not drizzling. One night, I listened to the rain on my yurt, but it never *really* rained during the day.
Kay and I got to go canoeing on Tuesday. It was windy, but a nice break from the kitchen. We wandered around the lake for a while. It turns out that paddling a canoe is exactly the right counter stretch for hunching over the kitchen counter. It made my back feel so much better! I dragged Belle out in a canoe on Friday. It cracked me up that several people asked where we canoed. It's a lake, people! We went up the lake, and then came back. There really aren't that many choices.
In a fit of unending optimism, I took my knitting with me. HAHAHAHAHAHA! Never looked at it once. I only read my book for the 5 minutes I could keep my eyes open at night. And that one night when I couldn't sleep after my 2 am jaunt to the biffy.
I'm recording this for posterity, because I want to remember what worked for me at camp, and how long it took me to get back to normal afterwards--normal being a relative term, of course.
I have more to say (for once) but I think I'll say it in another post that isn't about, well. . .this.