On Saturday we jumped into the river after rowing practice because it was so hot.
Sunday involved Bread and Chocolate, mapping out a trip that half isn't going to happen, instant dinners, chicken fights, and Catherine not bringing everyone juice boxes.
Monday had Jamba Juice, random distractions, junior high flashbacks, and "the last song of the night."
Tuesday there were Gold Medal Winners, instant changes of plans, and there was a midnight picnic on Summit involving grapes and environmental-friendly chocolate.
Wednesday I went to Andy's Garage with a little kid who would offer me a sip of his lemonade every time I ate a french fry.
Thursday was being with people for five hours before noon, stuffing envelopes with good people, and climbing on the monkey bars at Treasure Island.
Last night after tacklefootballrugbywithabasket and oatmeal cookies, I went to bed with eight thousand bruises and scratches on my legs and a large bruise the size of Argentina on my hip.
And this morning I talked about race strategies, while rowing, and came home with slide grease/dirt all over my shirt and legs only in time to bring the entire contents of our garage to the Goodwill/drop off place.
I'd say this was a successful week.
Because I really like my Argentina bruise.
EDIT: And Gaalaas was right, I did better on the E&M than the Mechanics section. Like, a whole score better. Which I found entertaining. because in both cases I somehow did better this year than I did last hear, even though I knew about half as much Physics. How about that.
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