
Not feeling so well and praying hard I'll make it to camp tommorrow. Almost packed but achey and stuffed up. Taking a break watching Narnia and shopping houses on line. Missing all the Mule Days fun cause I'mm felling so low. No mules and tractor pulls for me. But I can't think of a place I'd rather live. My kids can hop on their bikes and ride to the library and the store. I live right at the edge of the suberb and the country rode is yards from my home. I can smell the fields, and some times the cows. People wave, and smile. Justine and I met a nieghbor down the road and took a tour of her garden the other day. This is family utopia, minus a burger drive-through, but maybe that's a good thing.