It's the ward fathers and sons campout tonight. Lindsey has a busy day tomorrow, and I didn't want to make her someone else's problem, so I was just going to have Tanner and me skip it. Other members of the ward offered to keep an eye on Tanner, though, so he went. I was planning to come home to help him pack, and I was even thinking that Lindsey and I could drive him to the camp, but he wanted nothing to do with any of that. He packed himself and left with one of the ward members before I even got home from work. I guess he'll survive one night even if he forgot something important. Apparently, an overnight camp isn't a big deal for a kid who spent two weeks away from his parents running around Switzerland, and then one week running around Italy, and then one week running around Paris.
In other news, my neurologist offered to approve a handicapped parking permit for me. I said not only "no," but--well, suffice it to say that I vigorously said "no." I'm not there yet. He also crushed my spirit in telling me that I need to avoid jacuzzis. What??!!???? Yes, after a few minutes in a hot tub, I'm so weak that I can't pull myself out, but I figured any symptoms were transient. He tells me that the heat can actually cause permanent damage. I don't believe him. I think it was Socrates who said, "A life without hot tubs is not a life worth living." I'll keep it reasonable, but by golly, once in a while, I'm going to jump into jacuzzi.
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