I'm back from camp, a little under the weather. The climate there was soggy and damp at times but I blame my throat and sinus malady on something else: mold. The adult volunteers at camp are privileged to stay in some pretty nice "digs", by camp standards. These rooms are air-conditioned. I've always believed this to be more psychological than physical air "conditioning", the fan runs in these rooms, but they're not all that effective. Personally, I don't like to run it, I'd be more than content to throw open the windows; but my daughter-roommate wanted the A/C, and I acquiesced... hey, it WAS her birthday! (My hesitancy to use the unit is based on my supposed lack of proper filter maintenance on camp... I feel the same way about airplanes and recycled air there, too.) It was rainy and it did make sense to at least attempt to dry out our room air where we slept. On Saturday morning I awakened to burning eyes and a raging sore throat. Coincidence? Maybe. Today it has seemingly settled into my sinuses and I am running on half-motor (or less). And yet, it was all worth it. Our time spent at camp, as witnesses to the very youngest campers, was worth every sneeze and sniffle that I've brought back as a souvenir; precious time spent with my adult daughter, too. I'd go back in a heartbeat; but next time I'm going to push a little harder for God's conditioned mountain air, albeit damp, coming through open windows... after all, I have a theory to prove.Life is Good!
