This is nice. Children are in the house. Pallets are on the floor. Sleepers are all around. My daughter and her kids arrived yesterday. We ate a light dinner, splashed in the pool, threw stones at the ground, drew lines for ants to follow. We looked at the plants. Walked in the garden. Opened every drawer. Played with the flashlights until the batteries died. What’s this was the question of the day.

We’ll see what today brings. Grandpa is up early as grandpa is want to do, but it’s hard to look after children if you sleep all the time. Someone needs to be awake. I guess. Probably not true. But it always seemed as though my grandmother was up and around when we stirred from our pallets on the floor in her little house in San Antonio. So, I’m guessing it just a thing adults do with little children around, sleep light, get up early.

I’d make coffee but the attempt would wake the sleepers. I can wait. Maybe I’ll pick up some cold brew today for tomorrow morning. We did that on our last camping trip. It was nice. This feels a little like camping, and I rise early there, too. All that’s left now is to wait for daybreak while the sleepers recharge their batteries and get ready for the new day.