Well, they lost, so we got to come home last night. (I really did root for them, honest. While blessing the parent who brought a huge canopy to share.)
The long hot drive home (six hours) was filled with star stitching, and messing about with K's phone while accomplishing some firsts- took a smart phone photo, posted it on Instagram all by myself, and sent an email on a phone to get help with how to fix the post (thank you, Jude!), and then I took a nap. How strange to think that from the middle of nowhere words could be flying to and from the other side of the continent.
Time to bake another birthday pie for Moon's belated celebration . . .
