I’ve been sleeping on the bed in Alex’s room for most of the past week. Beth started feeling sick this past week, and it’s been bad enough that starting midweek I thought I better sleep away from her. It’s a bummer to be sick like that with a C-PAP, from what I hear. She’s had a snot river and been running a fever for a few days, but hasn’t gone to see a doctor because she just thought it was a head cold for a while. So on the weekend she finally decided that if it wasn’t better by Monday she would go in. And anyway I’m trying to keep away from her but she’s lousy at quarantining. Even this far after covid.

There was an FCC men’s ministry even today. As with previous events there was a hot dog grill and fellowship time followed by a competition; this time the group broke into teams for a fire-building contest. With the same supplies (hatchet, a few matches, and whatever you could find in the woods) the teams worked to build a fire that could burn through a string held a foot above the ground. Just like on Survivor. I gave a ride to a guy who started feeling ill before going into the fire-building, so I missed most of it taking him back home, but I got back in time for the very end of the fires and caught the worship time and the speaker. And smores around the campfire.