I think my body has a one week camping quota before it starts going haywire. After one week, I grin and bear it for the fam, especially x, who thinks only two weeks of camping is a rip off. Its been a quiet year. We usually have. A serious fam reunion, but there's no aunt and uncle, sister, brother, or cousins this year. Our nephew is with us to play with x, but it's turning out that j, x, and C just end up ditching my weak tired self. I'm ready to go home and recuperate, but I'll settle for a shower... Or just the energy to wash my hair.