I'm in the midst of a fantasy draft which alternates between long stretches with no action and short bursts with too much. By the time this post is up I'm sure I'll be screwed.
We went camping with friends and friends-of-friends up at Jim Thorpe this weekend after Jenelle got back from Milwaukee. It was fun, but the very cold nights were kind of the news-maker. Being able to see our breath sitting around the campfire didn't stop it from getting into swimming heat on Saturday.
Between yesterday post-camping and tonight pre-draft we've been able to almost get to the point where the end of deck stairs is imminent. It gets dark so early that there's really only about 90 minutes of outdoor work light available during the week and that has hampered progress (along with being too busy to make time for it). We also put away peaches from a fellow camper and the first round of pesto of the season.