A Day of Rest

That was quick. It feels as though we just got here. This morning Bernie and I pack up again and go home.

The weather has been wonderful these two days at the resort. Guests came early yesterday. Fortunately, the cabins were ready, though there was more work to be done on the grounds. We prefer it when they wait to show up until check-in time at 3 so there is plenty of time to get the cabins cleaned, the grass cut, garbage collected, boats and motors ready. And, hopefully, a time to catch our breath after all that hard work before the guests start arriving.

Sunday, as a day of rest, has special meaning for resort owners who kill themselves the day before.

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