Camp this weekend is relaxing. I'm grateful to be away from the hubbub of suburbia. At the same time though, it's odd. I'm enjoying the tranquility, but I am not enjoying being the odd man out. I generally enjoy spending time with co-workers, but when they're significant others, it can be awkward. This weekend is a fairly perfect example.
It was nice though; we didn't have to make dinner for anyone tonight. A welcome reprieve. I believe I took close to a three hour nap after lunch dishes were done.
My friendship bracelets came off today. I decided it was time. I was able to get all but two off without cutting them. Albeit, some of them took a bit of time to get off, and I may still have slight red marks on my hands. I now have rather obvious tan lines too. It happens. Maybe I'll cave and look for cheap fake tan lotion so the difference isn't so noticeable.
Oh - and the title is from The Afters' album, "Never Going Back to Ok." The lyrics are from the song Forty-Two. It's quite a thought-provoking song. Like many albums and artists before it, I was not so keen on it the first couple listens. I am now. It's perhaps even better than "I Wish We All Could Win." Not to say that that album isn't also excellent. I just believe I like the former better right now.
Peace.
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