I’ll get to the e-mail. But first a brief synopsis of our day, which provides context for the bit about the e-mail at the end.
To commemorate the first post-school day of summer, my mom and I took Chloe and Sophie to the boardwalk. The weather forecast was iffy this morning and until the last minute, we were uncertain we’d make it down to the beach.
We all survived the night camping out as a family in our living room. By the way, this is the closest we will ever come to real camping. I felt about 10 years older when I woke up, thanks to the fact that my legs, too long for the corner of the couch I was sleeping on, were completely cramped. Our power was still out when we awoke (and still is and likely will be for days and days and days) and fallen branches were everywhere, but we were safe.
