My Keyboard, The Butt Warmer

This week, there are fewer kids at camp (by about 40), and so far, there has been less sickness. One kid with a fever was waiting to get picked up when I got there last night, and earlier, somebody had vomited in the amphitheater, but with the exception of competing Great Horned and Screech owls calling over a soundbed of frogs, the night was quiet.

The sunrise revealed a few clouds, pleasantly painted orange. Once again, the forecast calls for rain. Will it actually happen? We'll find out at the end of the week.

At home, Dexter took over the computer for awhile.

Nearby, the dragons, freshly cleaned, wished they could hang out on the keyboard too. After all, everybody knows that the keys are nice and warm.