Eight o'clock! I know that's when I got up because I checked the clock as soon as I came down from sleeping on the top deck. I don't know what time I went to bed last night because I don't wear a watch up here at the lake. It was before it got totally dark, though, and most of the stars were still invisible. I watched a few of them twinkle to life before drifting off. To sleep, that is, not off the top of the houseboat.
There were 23 of us on two houseboats for dinner in the cove last night — fifteen adults and eight children. The oldest of the kids was twelve last night, but she turns 13 today. Not a child any more, or so she informs us every chance she gets. The youngest is seven months old. There's no one here at that dangerous toddler stage, where they don't know enough not to walk off the end of the boat. Even with that many people, it's impossible to keep track of anyone all the time.
It was hot yesterday afternoon, and I was cranky from lack of sleep, but this morning was pleasantly warm and I was rested. It's never quiet, of course, with all those kids swimming back and forth between the houseboats, but I'm enjoying the activity. So far it's all mellow and good.