We’re old and tired. We’re cold, and there are wolves after us. And I don’t like the look of those teenagers.

Tonight was a much earlier night than last. By 11:30 we were all bagged and went to bed. Throughout the day we’d made a couple of feeble attempts at competition, mainly via board games, but even that seemed to tire us. After making our own pizzas and eating the cake that C so graciously made to celebrate my wife’s recent birthday, we watched Collateral and called it a night.

I feel like we just got here (and, in fact, just 24 hours ago we were still unpacking the food); we need another day. But alas, 12 hours from now we have to be on our way back.

One other thing: something in the air at this farm is causing us all to urinate constantly. I must’ve used the washroom 10 or 12 times today, and so has G. I don’t know what’s going on.