Monday, monday

Not a bad start to the day, appliance repair man done and gone, cherry pie for play date in the oven, laundry in the washer, second cup of 'joe' on its way down, shower, bed made and kitchen cleaned. This is going to be a short and busy week. Mike took Friday off to go camping and there is a lot involved in getting ready for that. I have been asked to make a big batch of 'Hair On Your Nuts' to share at the campsite, along with a double batch of Jambalaya mix for Saturday night's dinner. Every year Mike has hosted a big camping/float trip for the cool kids at work. This will be the smallest and probably the last due to many people leaving for fear of being laid off when the big merger occurs after the first of the year. It is always a good time though. Mike always goes down on Friday while I wait until Saturday afternoon. I don't like canoeing. I much prefer sitting around a deserted campsite with a book and an exorbitant amount of bug spray. Besides, I don't think I could stand being away from Gryffin for two nights. Saturday night is spent around a campfire the size of Rhode Island, talking, imbibing to excess (usually) and betting when a certain attendee will either fall off the ledge or into the fire. Luckily, no one has ever been hurt (not counting hangovers). My favorite part of the whole thing is on Sunday morning. Its chilly and there's usually a misty fog in the air and is always quiet. There's nothing like waking up in the midst of nature, watching the sun come up. Oh yeah, and getting the opportunity to see how bad everyone looks in the morning.