As a number of Twitter followers have noted, it's Up North time for the Pal Family. Every summer we spend a week together with whomever can make it up here. This has been a family tradition since my father was young. The mid-August weather is perfect: cool nights, warm sunny days, although Lake Michigan is a bit on the cool side this month. The sunsets, though, are lovely.
The local fishmonger has been in business for many, many decades. He sends his boats out every day, and his market and smoke house is packed with the catch. I just rode up there and picked up some smoked whitefish spread and a few filets. Dinner will be heavenly.
Sleep, however, may be a bit less relaxed. I walked into the room to say good morning to MrsPal, enjoying her usual vacation sleep-in and she said, pointing to the bed, "What is that?"
She was clearly expecting another of my bland reassurances, but I did not meet her expectations this time.
A few phone calls, professional visits, and loads of laundry later, we seem to be doing just fine. It's rare that I've rushed to do laundry so quickly, especially given that our room is on the third floor, the machine in the basement.
No one seems to be reacting to any bites, for which I'm thankful, but when we get home, nothing---NOTHING---is coming into our house without passing through the washer and dryer.