"Honey…" she asked ominously, "Where’s the pump for the air mattress?" We both paused from finishing up the new tent designed by some cruel committee. "In the plane," I eventually repiled. We both knew that would take over an hour to go get. So we improvised.
At last we sleep. We hope…
More tomorrow.
(sent from my phone)
John & Anne Wiley 
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