Camp Countdown

I'm getting regular messages now from my camp friends. Weather reports. Requests for itineraries. Requests for special requests. (What can the driving girls can bring for the flying girls?) I feel like that kid in the Disney commercial, "I'm too excited to sleep." Except I'm not too excited to sleep, I'm too stuffed up to sleep. I think I have a sinus infection. It could be just a cold. I always get sick before vacation. It's like my body senses the trip and then decides to shut down. I'm popping Airborne and snorting Zicam like they are magic elixors.

I have to go to the basement and see what spring clothes fit me. It's 35 degrees here and it's supposed to be in the 70s in Tulsa. Seventies. I have no idea what I am going to wear. I guess it doesn't matter much. I take off at 6:00 am on Thursday. Apparently I was high when I made those plans. I have to leave my house at half past dark o'clock. That's okay, it's not like I've been sleeping anyway...