Packing for camp. Only the warmer but not the too-warm nights will be spent at the camper, or as we see fit. Lochlan said to bring that green bikini and little else. I feel like he might have his theme weeks mixed up but then again, I think I could start a fire in that bikini.
I'm also bringing a huge bottle of Advil because I have a killer headache. No sleep. Too hot. Stuff on my mind. Excitement about camp. The usual. You know. The Devil asked if he could come to sleepaway camp.
No, I said. Your mom should have preregistered you like...last spring. It's too late now.
Oh, he said, looking dejected. What if I didn't know about it?
Maybe next year, I offer helpfully. If there's room.