I fell asleep last night at 7:30 p.m. I think that must be a new record.
Cub Scout Camp was on-again, off-again, then modified on-again, thanks to rain. An overnight experience became a four-hour workshop. Thirty Bears wielding pocket knives during a whittling course put the fear in all of us. Thankfully, there were only three cuts. [I thought that was three too many, but one of the leaders said that's a very low casualty count. Hmmmm...]
There’s a winter chill in the air and the rains are more frequent. Our one-year anniversary is approaching and I’m grateful that my friends and Scouts job has helped make life happy here.