A rest day. (Or thank goodness for a neighbor whose kid goes to the same camp as my kid.)

Worried about making my foot worse, I texted our friends who live across the street for a lift to camp.

My son cheered.

Author: zerocarmom

I am a 50-year-old mom with two kids (ages 7 and 24), a husband who works in our attic, a sneezy old cat, and a full-time job as the co-founder of a Brooklyn-based business. My family lives a mostly idyllic life in a small village in the Hudson Valley, sixty miles north of New York City.

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