With all the activity last night, I didn't get to bed until midnight, by far the latest all week. It was worth it, though, because today we have David and Cynthia with us. Things are just a little more lively. I did enjoy the restful times, but this is nice, too. We had a cloud cover for a big part of the day, so the heat wasn't so bad. The humidity was up, and it got really muggy, but nothing a little dip in the lake couldn't fix.
In fact, I spent a lot more time in the water today. Part of the reason was that we had some oddball visitors that I didn't want to have to talk to. I know how that sounds, and there was nothing wrong with these people, as far as I know. But have relationships with everyone staying on the two houseboats. I know who I am with them, and it just seemed easier not to have to figure out who I should be with someone I didn't know (and didn't need to know).
They stayed until after dinner, so I didn't really have a choice except to stay out of the way. But it was our night to cook — David, Eric, Cynthia and me. I tried to help out, but I didn't last long. The noise and heat and press of bodies got to be more than I could handle, so I slipped out onto the back deck and sat with the grownups.
I felt guilty, but David is our expert chef, and he had John's help, and Eric and Cynthia and some others were chipping in, so there wasn't any real necessity for me to get in the way. If it sounds like I'm rationalizing, well, good for you. My contribution will have to be mostly financial. David's chicken cacciatore was excellent, especially since it was his first try at it.