Last night Derek and I spent the night at my mother's house. She's doing ok but I still worry about her. I don't think it's fully sunk in yet that Tony is gone. She said she wanted a full house to keep her distracted and a full house she got. Derek got to experience first hand the toddler tornado that is my nephew Hunter and the "banshee wail" of my niece Caroline. We woke up at 5 in the morning with our butts on the ground. Our air mattress had deflated during the night *whomp whomp*
Camping is postponed until tomorrow. Hurricane Arthur is currently soaking Boston and I'm glad I'm not floating in a pool of water in my tent.