Baroo?

My, my, how time flies. A month gone by and an entire universe created and dissolved.

Camp is halfway through. Well, more than halfway through for me. I spent a month as a director, large and in charge, and now I have a two week break before picking up the last session as a regular ol' assistant director. It will be good. I'm sure of it.

It's nice, too, to have this break time to sort of decompress and remove myself mentally from director-ing and prepare myself for being second-in-command. I've done it before, so I'm not worried.

What has been good: the kids, the counselors, feeling useful and getting my job done. Bad? Fatigue, missing loved ones.

Another wonderful thing about camp is how completely entrenched one gets in it. I literally live in the moment when I'm at camp. It's the only place/thing in my life in which I can be completely consumed. When I'm in my 'normal' everyday life I think about the future, the past, plan, change plans, etc; when I'm in camp all I can think about or plan for is the current and maybe next thing going on. It's amazing.

So. Mini-break here and in Paris. Final session. Mini-break again and then...

Life?