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 In the mornings, I like to amble down to the general store for hot coffee.  Often I do this blog while there.  I mentioned to Ms Denise that I was blogging about our stay and she gave me this confused look.

"What for?"

Friends.  My ego.

This morning I showed her my books on Amazon.  She seemed to approve.

Ego slightly restored.

I told her there is a half finished book in the Between series I might be able to finish while here.

Maybe.  When I'm not drowning trying to find housing, deal with the county, and deal with section 8.

This is still me:

Laying down does not recharge batteries, only stops the bleed.

And emotional/mental tasks are still tasks. 

I finished up my coffee and headed back to the tent.  The two yutes have been champs but it isn't fair to leave the Gremlin in Joey's care for too long.

I love being able to walk to a store/community center, have a little emotionally restorative time, and walk home.  That is my dream set up.  My dream town is small, I can walk to cheap coffee shop that is next to the grocery store.  There's also a hardware store, a clinic, a vet's office, and a library.  And maybe a little park.

And daily, few times a day bus or train service to the Cities and/or Duluth.

I would be so happy!

This was my last morning for general store coffee, though.  The coffee budget did all right, but that was it.

The tent was already getting hot when I got back, so we opened all the windows so the kitties could get the near constant breezes, and we hauled Aaron down to the pool.

It was again packed with gleeful screaming children.  I love that sound, the kids, with their sensory integration issues, do not.  While Joey stood in the pool trying to coax an overwhelmed Aaron into the water, he got hit in the head three times with a little football.

So we headed up to our site, both kids now overwhelmed and unhappy, Joey for some reason with a headache.

Now it was make-me-mildly-heatsick warm in the tent.  We checked the forecast and saw it was going to get into the 80s this coming week.  Not good for any of us.  Don't worry, I have a Plan.

For now we moved us and kitties out to Orgalorg.  No tv this time because I was a little ill from the heat and already worn out.  Once again the kitties had many visitors.

These people must see cats every day in their real lives, but here in the campground, they are a novelty.

"Is that a Maine Coon?" one woman gasped.  Pouncy beeped at her.  

"We don't know, she's a rescue.  She's got the hairy paw pads. A friend thinks her belly fur looks more Norwegian Forest Cat.  Pounce, stand up," I said.

And Pounce stood up, showing off her glorious belly fur.  The visitor gasped in delight.  "She does tricks!"

"She knows a few!"

Ser Pounce-a-lot remained standing for a good while, her arms in velociraptor pose, pleased with the attention.

I made mac and cheese on the campfire for dinner; breakfast had been dry cereal.

This has nothing to do with anything, I just miss playing Fallout with the fam.

By the time evening came and the tent was cool enough to tolerate, I was definitely feeling my sunburn.  I did use sunscreen, but I am A DELICATE FLOWER GIVER GODDESS.

I put one of my Folgers singles coffee tea bag things into one of my mason jars full of water and sealed it up to see if I'll have coffee in the morning, then took Aaron to the bathroom.

This is my exhausted face.  Plus: why is my hair never smooth and neat?!

We roasted a few marshmallows, then off to bed on our wonderful cots.  We threw Joey's and my holey airbeds away, but we kept Aaron's very nice one in case we have guests in our actual house someday.