I'm supposed to be camping right now. I'm supposed to be setting up my tent and finding the stuff we left in it from the previous camping season. I'm supposed to be listening to my kids gathering kindling to start a fire. I am supposed to be grumping about the campers at the next site who aren't watching their kids and who have their music too loud. I'm supposed to be looking forward to pudgie pies and monkey bread that only Mindy can make.

Where am I?
Home.

Why?
Grant's injured ankle and the process of events that followed his diagnosis.

How does that make me feel?
Sucky!

Where are my camping buddies?
On their way to camp anyway.

How does that make me feel?
jealous