Turns out when there’s actual work to be done, the blogging just has to wait.
Feast or famine, folks, that’s the name of the game.
But I’m certainly not complaining. The fact that business has picked up and I now am struggling to find the time to focus on writing here is a good thing. Pair that up with a couple wonderful weekends spent with family and I’m one happy little camper.
This past weekend, my family got together at my parents’ house to sort of close out the good-weather seasons with a big camp out.
Or at least, that was the plan. Turns out only my husband and I actually camped out in a tent. Not sure whether I’m happy he talked me out of sleeping in a cozy bed in the house, but I digress…
Saturday was absolutely gorgeous, and the perfect weather for camping. It was bright and sunny all day long, warm enough to relax in shorts and a tee shirt, but cool enough at night to warrant the campfire, jeans and a hoodie that I believe define the true camping experience. My brother in law and a family friend busted out the guitars – totally normal – around the campfire and we all sang along.
No. None of us can sing. Pretty sure we scared off any and all wildlife within a 3-mile radius.
And it was fantastic.
On Sunday, we decided to stick around long enough to watch some football, flipping constantly between the Bengals vs. Buffalo and Green Bay vs. Baltimore games. With nail-biter wins from both the Bengals and a Packers, we headed home to enjoy the last few hours of the weekend.
Weird. Haven’t said that in a while.
Now, it’s back to work!