And on the seventh day... Yeah, whatever.

Yesterday the power went out. A big BOOM! And no power. DP was on his computer and it was running on battery, so he wasn't too concerned. But, when the computer stopped he got restless. I, on the other hand, was just fine with the outage, it gave me some much needed quiet time without the television---("DP! Close the refrigerator door. Stay out of the freezer, too.") 

I escaped to the deck; DP was not far behind--bored. He went inside, got his non-working computer, brought it out to the deck and pretended to work on "black screen." Then he started writing another rap song. ("DP! No rapping. Let's just be still for awhile.") I watched him for a few minutes and finally had to state the obvious. "You have been following me around the house all week. I'm sick and I'm crabby, yet here you sit. You really do just want to be near me, don't you?" "Yep." He grinned and I had to smile, runny, red nose and all. I convinced him to just sit and watch the fish in the pond for awhile. No power, so no water fall. That special peace lasted for about 20 minutes.

- Nana, how many fish do you think we have? 
- I'm not sure, DP. Try counting them. 
- Nah. I'm going back inside.
- You realize there is no television and no lights. 
- I'll just find something to read.
- And stay out of the refrigerator until the power comes back on.

YES! Little victories. No power, so he's gonna read. I have to hand it to him, he is good at coming up with Plan B. 

Tomorrow (Sunday) DP leaves for camp. Everything is packed and he keeps hugging me, reiterating he is really going to camp. I would share his enthusiasm, if it weren't for this head cold.

He got a hair cut. Don't want him bringing home anything hidden in his hair---like ticks. Eeeewwww. And strictly for safety's sake, I removed the earring, we don't need a bloody earlobe either.

I'm up late writing because I don't want to go to bed. That means I will wake up tomorrow, see him off to camp and come back home to an empty house. I keep telling him don't be crying. Am I saying that for his sake or mine?