Sunday Night Myself: I'm getting the "itch". It's been a while... DW: Let's go camping this weekend. Myself - satisfied with that answer. Off to bed. Monday Night Start the PUP prep - plug it into shore power, start gathering the goodies, finish a mod to add pipe insulation to the hot water lines to help reduce heat loss in between quick uses of the hot water (hoping to reduce gray water accumulation as a result). Off to bed. Tuesday Night Conduct a meeting for parent orientation. Zip home. Finish up the next round of house kitchen tiling project so we can use the dishwasher, then out the door to continue prep on the PUP. Got the fridge powered up, attached the blue tote to travel position, other misc. prep items. Off to bed. Wednesday Morning DW: *sniff* *sniffle* *cough* I think I'm sick. Myself: Shall we go without you? (This is a normal and acceptable response in our house, as it gives her time to recover without the younglings circling about). DW: No. *sniff* We should cancel. You can help friend X move on Saturday, attend DD's soccer game that morning, take the kids to the fair, work on the kitchen floor some more, have the family over that we were going to invite before we were going camping and attend the service project after church Sunday morning. Myself: As you wish, my master. (imagine the voice of Darth Vader) Shuffle out to the PUP, turn off the fridge, unplug the shore power, turn the battery kill switch to off, button it all back up. Cry myself to sleep. Sigh.