So I’m back in the ATL now.

Cy’s pain turned out to be a tweaked muscle, and it should be fine.

On Tuesday, Cy and Jamie and I took a trip to Parry Sound to sell (and buy) some books, then did a bit of souvenir shopping and picked up groceries.  Got back to the camp in time for them to sit on the dock and me to take another nap on the farmhouse porch.  Renny made BBQ for dinner, which was excellent, and we finished out the night with a game of Oh Hell – I lost.  Again.

On Wednesday, I hit the road for home.  Took the western route and crossed back into the States at Sault St. Marie, then continued on a beautiful drive down through Michigan and Ohio, stopping for the night in Lima.  Got up early yesterday and completed the trip, arriving home at around 4:30.

I’ve managed to pick up a pretty bad head/chest cold (probably got it from Jamie, who was feeling bad last weekend), and I’m currently sitting in bed wondering whether or not I’ve got the strength to go grocery shopping.  My food here consists of a loaf of bread and 15 pieces of cheese.

So yeah.  I should go shopping.

If all goes as it usually goes, my house will be bombarded by the neighbor’s fireworks for much of today and I’ll worry that it’s going to start on fire.

This year, however, I’ll be worrying from the cozy environs of Ahmic Lake, and I’ll check with Jenny tomorrow (assuming that she hasn’t called me first) to find out if I’ve got a house to go back to.

Slept in the boathouse last night (like a rock), and woke up after 7:30 this morning.  Sleeping that late – plus the nap that I got on the porch yesterday – is finally starting to give me some of my energy back, as evidenced by the 14 miles that I walked yesterday.  I don’t even like to ponder what my sleep debt is like by the time I get to each vacation.  Probably about 7 years.

Cy had to head to the hospital in Huntsville this morning.  Hopefully nothing serious, but she’s got a pain in her neck (not “T”).  Probably a pinched nerve or something.  Here’s hoping those socialist Canadian doctors can take care of her.  No doubt, she’ll have to wait 17 weeks to be seen.  At least according to my oh-so-knowledgeable-in-the-ways-of-Canadian-healthcare buddies back home.

Had a swim after my walk this morning and the water is quite brisk.  It’s supposed to be pretty hot this week, though, so that might be a really good thing.