It’s 5 a.m., and when the little hand is on 8 and the big hand is on 12, I will be back to work. I still don’t feel like I’ve had sufficient time to change gears mentally from the trip to New Jersey and go back into civil service mode. Especially not helpful is the fact that I collapsed from sheer exhaustion before sunset, and remained asleep until nearly 4 a.m. (My shuteye was minimal at the LRY Reunion, but I knew from the get-go that would happen.)
Here’s the group picture, taken after the Sunday brunch, before the lack of sleep caught up with everybody.
Monday was one of my cost-saving days, as was Friday. (I chose those days specifically for the safari that just ended.) I fully expected to be spending Sunday night on the bus coming home, but thanks to Julie and Marc, Susie and I were home just after 11 p.m. I would have arrived back in Columbus around 11:30 Monday morning otherwise.
You’d think that the minute I saw the bed, it would be like someone taking the switch that powered my body and throwing it immediately to off, but that was not the case. I was still wound up from the trip–the joy of reuniting with old friends, meeting some new people, etc. So, I loaded the 90+ pictures that I took with my Kodak EasyShare C180 (a good digital camera, a rather simple Ph.D.–Push Here, Dummy–camera) to my computer, culled through them for the ones that would go on Facebook, and then scanned the handwritten entries from the weekend into Blogspot.
Jacques, his mom, and I went down to Mineral to deliver clothes and food to Feed My Sheep. I ran on sheer adrenaline for most of the time I was stocking food boxes and helping to get them out to the front parking lot. I hadn’t eaten anything but two chicken-salad sandwiches I bought at 7-Eleven on the way down.
The trip from Columbus to Mineral is 75 miles each way, and that’s a milk run compared to the trip I just completed, but I found myself dozing off quite a few times on the way back. I managed to stay awake until dinner, but I lasted less than an hour after the meal ended. I need to realize that I’m not the type of person who can nap. When I do nap (such as the siestas I take in the quiet-reading desks at the BWC Library at work), I never feel all that refreshed when I wake up.
My news is good footwise. I wore the boot on the trip home, mainly because it would have been such a pain to pack it otherwise. I haven’t had a Darvocet since the noon meal Saturday. (We went on a hike around the camp property that afternoon, and with lunch I took a double dose, so I could stay ahead of the pain.) I took the hike wearing a regular shoe, and I can’t really say I’ve felt much foot pain since.
Here is the camp map. I think we covered about two miles in all. I remember that three of us (Joan, John, and myself) were standing on Vesper Island and looking out at Lake Shawanni, and we saw Susie in the middle seat of a canoe with two other kids. They were having a blast, but seemed to have a hard time synchronizing their paddling motion. (I’m glad now that I haven’t shown A Place in the Sun to her.)