Quiet here...noisy there.

I am a leader at Cub Scout camp this week. This means I am walking all day in the 100 degree South Carolina heat shepherding Youngest and twelve other boys through BB shooting, and archery, and songs, and skits, and fishing, and sports, and oh so much more. And when I get home, I am exhausted. Every muscle aches. And today my thumb is a bloody bruised mess from holding the nails as these thirteen boys (who apparently lack eye-hand coordination) made bird houses. So things here on the ol' blog are quiet. Camp...very, very noisy!