Mid-summer's night post

Camp is more than half-way finished, my body is toast, and I've eaten way too many candy bars-- not much different than any other summer.

I just sent the two book reviews I had committed to finishing in to the journal, so the only thing that stands between me and spending time with the staffers on my floor is a Valentin Loescher book.  That shouldn't pose much of a problem.  In fact, I've been able to get in some solid camp-free time-soccer the past few days.  It felt good... except for the next-day soreness.  The new-found freedom is kinda like back when I had summer breaks in seminary and camp (and camp stuff) was all I cared about.

Buff Bufferton made his final appearance at Wabanna last week.  He told me the glamour of gamemastering had worn off.  So he grabbed his badminton racket and walked off into the sunset.  Goodbye Buff, goodbye.