The Dungeon.

"The dungeon," as I like to call it, is the coldest darkest bedroom of the cabin. It is 2 stories below the cabin's main living area, and because the kids of the cabin are not allowed down to that room, the fact that is has no door is usually not too much of a problem.
This morning, however, I laid in bed listening to 18 sets of tiny toddler toes creaking down the stairs. There was nothing I could do, and God knows I wasn't going to jump out of bed to stop them, so I pulled the blankets up over my head and muttered an, "oh shit."
They flooded the room, screaming at the top of their lungs, and pulling themselves onto my top bunk, as well as Jeff's. They jumped on us, and started a chant..."WAKE UP LAZY BUMS! WAKE UP LAZY BUMS! WAKE UP LAZY BUMS!"
Rileigh led the chant, Morgan saddled Jeff's back, Lelaine stood at the doorway yelling threats, Dakota jumped up and down on my bed, Matthew pulled on my hair, and the rest of them just screamed their lungs out.
As irritated as I was, I had to laugh... what a way to start the day, right?
Lelaine yelled, "If you don't get up, we're going to leave you here while we go to Dollywood."
hah... Dollywood's a bore.
"Hey, Lelaine... leave me then. Let me sleep. Teach me a lesson," I replied, and so all the kids laughed and scrambled out of the room to "teach us a lesson."
mmmm, peace and quiet.
I'm alone in the cabin now... sitting out on the balcony, watching the fog roll over the mountain tops. It's quiet enough now to allow me to do some thinking.
So far, all that's come to mind is the time I have left here... only 2 days, and I know that won't be nearly enough.

It's going to require quite an effort to drag me to Naples, from here at "home."