The Texas O-Folk snuck out of the cabin at about three o’clock this morning, or at least that was their plan. I didn’t glance at the clock when I heard them tiptoe out and climb into their car to start the long journey home. It was still very dark. And still very hot. I kicked off all the covers, rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

They did everything they could to be quiet as mice but I woke up anyway as they were carrying all their stuff out the door to their car. My Darling B says I sleep through a lot of the strange rustlings that visit the house at night, but if someone’s creeping around in the dark I wake up and all my radar comes on. After that I dozed until round about five when I finally got up to make a pot of coffee, sit in the front room of the cabin and write this drivel. And now I’m going to sit on the front porch and watch daylight slowly break over the lake.

Although the week at the cabin was as leisurely and relaxing as we hoped it would be, it’s gone by at an amazing clip. Can’t believe it’s over already.